Invisible things are the only realities

“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”

We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all.

It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.

Falling for you isn’t that hard. The hard part is knowing if you’re going to be there to catch me or not.

I see in the fight club the strongest and smartest men who’ve ever lived. I see all this potential and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables, slaves with white collars, advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of the history man, no purpose or place, we have no Great war, no Great depression, our great war is a spiritual war, our great depression is our lives, we’ve been all raised by television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars, but we won’t and we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very very pissed off.

When I’m hurt, I shut down. I turn into a total sarcastic bitch. I shut off my emotions, and act indifferent towards everything even though it might be killing me inside.

It’s very difficult to look at the World and into your heart at the same time. In between, a life has passed.