Dear diary, my teenage angst has a body count.

“You gotta show love even when they don’t - or you become one of them.”

“Just remember that, sometimes, the way you think about a person isn’t the way they actually are…”

“Everything you do is triggered by an emotion of either desire or fear.”

i no longer know what you are up to

“This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?”

now i am forced to somehow un-love you. as if i never craved your touch, your kiss, or simply your presence across the room. i am forced to pretend this heart is not longing for your return. we are now two strangers who shared a past, and an imaginary future together. i am forced to dry my tears at night and make myself believe this is for the better. my arms no longer have a home. and your absence will forever torment my soul.

you made leaving me look so easy...

“I’ll always remember you. I’ll always miss you. And you’re always a part of me. I’m always a part of you.”

“You were never created to feel depressed, unwanted, alone or ashamed. You were created to love and to be loved, and to feel that you are worthy and are valuable.”

i am strong but i am soft do not think because i will survive i won't be shattered it should've, i know but the pain hasn't made me cold yet it's only made me an expert of being brave out loud and breaking in silence

“You don’t love someone because they’re perfect. You love them in spite of the fact that they’re not.”