High of a love, drunk from the hate

Don’t settle for him because he thinks you’re beautiful and you think no one else will find you beautiful.

You’re lying if you say that you’ve never loved anything to the point of pain.

Expectation is the root of all heartache.

All the love I ever gave would always come back to me. However, I would not always receive it from the people I gave it to.

I’m not really sure what I feel about you. All I know is that it’s warm and comforting and that I’d like to keep it as long as I can.

I don’t know where the strength went, I don’t remember losing it. I think that over time it got chipped away, bit by bit, by life, by the living of it.

I think happiness is what makes you pretty. Period. Happy people are beautiful. They become like a mirror and they reflect that happiness.