I'd like to meet:
There's no specific person I'd like to meet... so for now, we'll just say anyone. However, I'm not guaranteeing that I'll like you. If you don't send me a message with your friend request, I'll most likely deny you unless I already know who you are. So, if you're going to take the time to send a request, take the time to send a message. Oh, and if you can't type out "you" "you're" "two" ect, then don't bother messaging me. Chances are I won't be able to decipher your messages.
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Its not up to me anymore, if you want me in your life, you'll find a way to put me there
Your promises, they look like lies. Your honesty, like a back that hides a knife.
It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.
I've given you my best, why does she get the best of you?
We're all looking for something to take away the pain.
Hide the key, cause I'm coming over to settle the score. Don't forget how well I know you. I'll take take, take take you down.
I can hear you in a whisper, but you can't even hear me screaming
I'd rather waste my life pretending than have to forget you for one whole minute
Sometimes I wanna give up, throw up my hands and say enough's enough. That's when I go and saddle up, and run away til I'm ok
A hangover lasts a day but our drunken memories last a lifetime
When you're dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part
I don't miss you, I miss the person I thought you were...
Reach for the sky because if you should happen to miss, you'll till be among the stars.
We all float on ok.
The good times are killing me.
Fate determines who walks into your life. You decide who you let walk out, who you let stay, and who you refuse to let go...
There is a first time for everything twice.
Letting yourself go is ok as long as you can get yourself back
The hardest question to answer is why....
Happiness comes in moments, and then it's gone until the next time. Could be years. But sadness... sadness settles in.
Life isn't happily ever after and golden sunsets and shit like that. It's work. The person you love is rarely worthy of how big your love is. Because no one is worthy of that and maybe no one deserves the burden of it, either. You'll be let down. You'll be disappointed and have your trust broken and have a lot of real sucky days. You lose more than you win. You hate the person you love as much as you love him. But, shit, you roll up your sleeves and work -at everything- because that's what growing older is.
This reality is really just a fucked up dream.
A house still doesn't make a home, please don't leave me here alone.
You like pain? Try wearing a corset
Life is a balance of holding on and letting go. All I can seem to do is hold on, so it's no wonder my life is out of balance.
Life doesn't come with erasers.
...then you realize how much things have changed, you realize the hardest part of college is balancing the two completely different worlds you now live in, trying desperately to hold on to everything all the while trying to figure out what you have to leave behind.
Relationships - of all kinds - are like sand held in your hand. Held loosely, with an open hand, the sand remains where it is. The minute you close your hand and squeeze tightly to hold on, the sand trickles through your fingers. You may hold on to some of it, but most will be spilled. A relationship is like that. Held loosely, with respect and freedom for the other person, it is likely to remain intact. But hold too tightly, too possessively, and the relationship slips away and is lost.
Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while and leave footprints on our hearts. And we are never, ever the same.
...There's the people you've known forever. Who like...know you...in this way. That other people can't. Because they've seen you change. They've let you change.
There are always two choices, two paths to take. One is easy. And its only reward is that it's easy.
Life isn't about keeping score. It's not about how many people call you and it's not about who you've dated, are dating or haven't dated at all. It isn't about who you've kissed, what sport you play, or which guy or girl likes you. It's not about your shoes or your hair or the color of your skin or where you live or go to school. In fact, it's not about grades, money, clothes, or colleges that accept you or not. Life isn't about if you have lots of friends, or if you are alone, and it's not about how accepted or unaccepted you are. Life just isn't about that.
But life is about who you love and who you hurt. It's about how you feel about yourself. It's about trust, happiness and compassion. It's about sticking up for your friends and replacing inner hate with love. Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance and building confidence. It's about what you say and what you mean. It's about seeing people for who they are and not what they have. Most of all, it is about choosing to use your life to touch someone else's in a way that could never have been achieved otherwise. These choices are what life's about.
I know what it's like to look through lying eyes, trying to hide what you really feel inside. I know what it's like to want to die and let go. I know what it's like to hide rage that does nothing but grow. I know what it's like to hide the scars that show. I know what it's like to want to drag the razor across your wrist and your only last wish is someone will understand why you had to do this. I know what it's like to be scared to die but at the same time frightened of life. I know how everyday is strife, and you can't help but dream of the knife in the middle of the night, while you're dreaming of whats just right to end it all. The gun to the head, or maybe a tragic fall. The noose looks real good around your neck, and those pills, there might be an easy way yet. What one is most painful, should you leave your body dangle, or should you take the knife and slice a vein at an angle. I know what it's like to sit in a shrink's office and have him tell you everything's alright, when you're sceaming inside for them to just let you die! I know what it's like to look at the blood run down your wrist and sit there smiling cuz it's your only real bliss.
