When something bothered me, I didn’t talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that’s just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own.

when you have a connection with someone it never goes away

I coddle my heart like a sick child and give in to its every whim.

Nothing else wounds so deeply and irreparably. Nothing else robs us of hope so much as being unloved by one we love.

When you want someone, really badly, when you desire every inch of their skin, every line of their shape, when you feel on your tongue the taste of their skin by just looking at it, when you shiver with the sound of their voice, when you would tear their clothes off and just hold their look without touching, when your insides burn in rage with jealousy, of everyone, of everything, and everytime they touch someone else, they speak to someone else, it tastes like boiling blood, when a move or a word, every shine of their minds have you on the verge of ecstasy, so hard you can’t think or breath or move or look away, when you are internally losing your voice moaning their name, and still won’t want to have sex with them because that’s not what you long for, because that would just ruin it all, because that’s not what you are looking for in them, that’s not what’s calling you, because sex won’t quench that thrist at all, then, what kind of monster am I? Then, where is my label?

Ten years from now, make sure you can say that you chose your life, you didn’t settle for it.

It hurts when person you can’t forget, forgets you.