when there are tears there is hope

i just want to run away

every time i am surprised of how little everybody i know thinks of me

i’m not fighting, i’m tired of fighting

and all of a sudden i’m not hungry anymore and it’s winter again

it’s not whether you’re liberal or conservative anymore; it hasn’t been for years, it’s whether you’re with the people or against them.

My maths teacher keeps telling me to ask for help but i just can’t, I don’t know why, it’s just not the way of things.

I talk too much and im all wrong in everything I do.

I’ve gotten quieter over the past few weeks, I think it’s finally stuck that a majority of people don’t really care what I have to say and only indulge me in matters of pleasantries or formalities, in turn of that, i’ve generally stopped talking unless prompted. Friends, peers, coworkers, I think it best to listen rather than speak. When I talk out loud to myself, I find myself stopping more often half-way through a sentence to go back to being silent. It’s more peaceful that way, and easier on my heart, easier on the soul. I’m upset, of course I’m upset but I think I’ll come to accept it soon enough, there’s not a lot of people in this world who have time for me, and that’s not their fault, it’s not mine either, not anybody’s fault, just a fact of life now.

the universe has a strange way of making things happen

it’s you. despite everything, it’s still you.

what begins in a whisper ends in a tragedy

I am intensely angry

i’m no angel. i’m the devil, but it’s all the same to me.

She is like no one you have ever met. She cares not what people may think of her. She follows entirely her own course.