Trinaty AnnRenee

I am constantly torn between "I can sleep when I'm dead" and " OMG I want to sleep for a week!" Just one more way I'm never happy

If one was to fake their own death and then attend the funeral, would you know who really cared then? Or would it just be a crowd feeling obligated to do now what they had long put off, to just be there?

I write this and I think about you. Not knowing when you will read it. You are reading this and have no choice but to think about me. Thoughts and feelings separated by time and distance. Joined by words written in haste before the thought evaporates into memory. The words continue on.

She kept her heart cold because if she ever let it warm it might ache more than she can bear

Have you ever looked back at a decision and thought, " I can't believe I did that. But I don't regret it at all"?

Over this king is the worst. Avoid at all costs

In my dreams I will see you. In my dreams you will be happy, as I wish to see you.

Never wear a false face with me and I'll never lie and tell you everything is going to be ok.

She seemed cold because it took so much to hide her feelings and put a face on for the world.

Feelings are like the wind. They can be cold. Hot. Or none at all. And sometimes you lock yourself away and never know it's there. Step outside.

No, I shouldn't. But what is done in the dark shall be brought to the light.