Prepetually moving to the end

“When was the last time anyone ever told you how important you are?”

“Lonely is not being alone. It’s the feeling that no-one cares.”

“Change, not to please others, but because your heart is in the wrong place.”

“Well, the rain had stopped but the pain was still there.”

“We’ve died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care.”

Something else is hurting you - that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.

“You may not see it today or tomorrow, but you will look back in a few years and be absolutely perplexed and awed by how every little thing added up and brought you somewhere wonderful - or where you’ve always wanted to be. You will be grateful that things didn’t work out the way you once wanted.”

“Sometimes, all you can do is lie in bed, and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart.”

“You’re not in love with me, not really, you just love the way I always made you feel. Like you were the centre of my world. Because you were. I would have done anything for you.”

“Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.”