I never keep track of my actual number of subscribers, because I find it unimportant. Today I decided to glance at it and I was blown away. I would like to thank all of you for making this silly hobby into something so wonderful. I am beyond the point of being flattered. Just knowing I help some of you makes my day so much brighter. I adore all 602 of you so much.

I've shared a part of me with you, now I want you all to comment this and share a part of you with me. I will make it a priority to comment every single one of you back. Now please, tell me something about yourself. Anything.

Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold onto something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it's so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn't come back. You're left so alone that you can't explain. - Henry Rollins

Everybody just keeps on moving on in this crazy, messed up world. That's all you can do anyways. You keep smiling, you keep moving, you just keep on living. Cause who knows, you might just be the only thing keeping somebody else from stopping. You might be someone's everything and not even know it. If you stop moving, what's to keep them from stopping too?

It feels like someone kicked you in the stomach, feels like your heart stopped beating, feels like that dream you know the one when you are falling and you want so desperately to wake up before you hit the ground but its all out of your control, you cant trust anything anymore, no one is who they say they are, your life is changed forever, and the only thing to come out of the whole ugly experience is no one will be able to break your heart like that again. - The Women

I'm mad at myself, not you. I'm mad for always being nice, always apologizing for things I didn't do, for getting attached, for making you my life, depending on you, wasting my time on you, thinking about you, following you, changing for you, forgiving you, wishing for you, dreaming of you, and most of all for not hating you which I know I should, but can't.

Nothing is certain anymore. I don't know what in the world is the right thing to do, and so I'm stuck here in a place I don't want to be. I don't want to sit back and watch you be fine without me. I don't want to cry and carry on like I have been doing for the past week. I just want not to want you anymore. I want to, hell I need to, just move on.

I've been burdened by you for much too long. What started out as nothing is now, well, everything. You've taken over every single aspect of my life. Every little thing I do, everything just all comes down to you. I cry, scream, throw things and hurt myself all because of you. Nothing makes sense anymore and I just want to be happy again. I'd do anything.

I used to be afraid of so many things, that I'd never grow up, that I'd be trapped in the same place for all eternity, that my dreams would forever be shy of my reach, it's true what they say, time plays tricks on you. One day your dreaming the next your dream has become you reality and now that the scared little girl no longer follows me wherever I go, I miss her. I do. Because there are things that I want to tell her, to relax, to lighten up, that it is all going to be okay. I want her to know that meeting people who like you, who understand you, who actually except you for who you are will become an increasingly rare occurrence Jen, Jack, Audrey, Andie, Pacey and Dawson, these people who contributed to who I am they are with me where ever I go. And as history gets rewritten in smalls way with each passing day my love for them only grows, because the truth is it was the best of times. Mistakes were made, hearts were broken, harsh lessons learned, but all that has receded into fond memory now. How does it happen? Why are we so quick to forget the bad and romanticizes the good? Maybe it's because we need to believe that the time we spent together actually meant something. That we were there for each other in a time in our lives that defined us all. That time our lives that we will never forget. I can't swear that's exactly how it happened. But this is how it felt. - Dawson's Creek

He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete. - The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

I tried so hard to dig myself out but I was in too big a hole to escape now. The funny thing is, it's like you always kind of know that you're getting yourself into something that will end badly. There's always this instinctive gut-feeling telling you to stop now, save yourself before you fall too far in to make it out alive. But you never listen. We never listen. We're too content with the way things are going, convinced that everything is finally turning out right and happily ever after is just around the corner. But it's not. It's that belief; that's how we get stuck, broken, alone.

I miss knowing you were always there. I miss the security. I miss the stupid fights that either made us shut up until next time or somehow made us stronger. I miss holding your hand. I miss biting your lip because I was so mad that you held back. I miss you holding back. I miss you not holding back. I miss your scruff and always being amazed that I walked away without severe beard-burn. I miss hearing you gasp and begging me to stop. I miss those nights when we didn’t want to stop. I miss getting so f-ing pissed at something you would say or do and trying to deal with it on my own until you made me fess up. I miss surprising you. I miss being surprised by the glimpses of your humanity every now and then. I miss the look you’d get when I’d touch your cheek. I miss how you thought you were so stealth with your mood changes when you really can’t hide them from me. I miss how I always knew where I stood. I think I miss your hugs the most. Didn’t need them often, but now when I do, it sucks to know you’re not around to give them.

I ask myself why, and in that same breath, as I watch you, I get my answer. It’s everything about you; its that teasing smile, that warm scent. Its the curve of your arms, the tousle of your hair, the ring of your voice. Its just everything about you. But more than that, its everything about me. Its everything about the way you make me laugh, cry, smile and hurt. Its everything about the way you make me feel. And that’s everything that I cannot, and would not, want to let go off.

I want to wake up to that view in your window, the one that overlooks everything below. I want to wake up in your arms, my skin pressed against yours. I want to shower in your bathroom and wash my face in your sink. I want to make you coffee and have toast with you. I want to read the morning paper with you and drive to work with you. I want to have our photo in a frame at the corner of my desk. I want to come home from work to you. I want to hold you and feel you and love you properly. I want to make dinner with you. I want to do the dishes and sort the laundry with you. I want to get ready for bed with you.  I want to fall asleep in your arms, and wake up to you and do everything all over again. I want to be with you.

I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. - Maya Angelou

There may be days when you get up in the morning and things aren't the way you had hoped they would be. That's when you have to tell yourself that things will get better. There are times when people disappoint you and let you down. But those are the times when you must remind yourself to trust your own judgments and opinions, to keep your life focused on believing in yourself. There will be challenges to face and changes to make in your life, and it is up to you to accept them. Constantly keep yourself headed in the right direction for you. It may not be easy at times, but in those times of struggle you will find a stronger sense of who you are. So when the days come that are filled with frustration and unexpected responsibilities, remember to believe in yourself and all you want your life to be. Because the challenges and changes will only help you to find the goals that you know are meant to come true for you.

Don't waste time lingering over all that you could have, should have and would have done. Don't spend your days thinking of how much better you could do; don't long for something that has been and always will be out of your reach. Just live the days as they come. Wake up every morning and smile at the wonderful day that awaits. And when opportunity comes knocking on your door, don't ignore it. Don't run away. Pull yourself together, and open the door. Let love in.

She's sitting in her room again, whispering to twinkling stars in the sky, wondering when they'll come down and spirit her away. She always wishes that she could capture the blue of the sky in her pocket, that feeling she gets when the sun shines through the window and gives everything a golden glow. The way the world seems to melt together when the sun starts to hide away. Shattered hopes on the pavement are mere reflections of her tiny heart. And the gleam of satellites soaring across the sky match the faded glow in her eyes.

There isn't a day that goes by where I don't, at some point, think of you. Or, some kind of memory we once shared. It's like I look at a certain thing, hear a certain song or even eat a certain food and suddenly I am reminded of you, and times we shared, the conversations we had, the best friend you used to be. I know I ruined it and I'm sorry. I'm sorry because I miss you so much yet you don't seem to at all. Because I still hesitate and the sound of your voice, even hearing your name but you don't even blink at the sound of mine. Because I'm trying my hardest to let things go back to normal yet you don't even bother to put in the effort to make things work. I'm sorry because once again, I'm crying over you while you're probably having the time of your life with her.

Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head? And does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your bed and wall? Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes, looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you? Oh, does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched? And does he cry through broken sentences like, ‘I love you far too much’? Does he lay awake listening to your breath, worried you smoke too many cigarettes? - Bright Eyes; The Calendar Hung Itself

Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well. - Richard Siken

What's worse than wanting something you can't have? It's not knowing what you want. Wishing on all the stars in the sky for the answers to your questions, for something to believe in; someone to hold. Having absolutely no control over yourself, being caught up in a place you wish you were miles away from. Being stuck somewhere between the past and the future, nowhere near where you should be - in the present. Stuck in yesterdays and tomorrows, so far from home, far from everything you know and love. The uncertainty could just about tear you to bits.

Who am I to you? The girl who never listens, the one who never learns. The one who desperately clings to something, anything in fear of being left broken and alone. The girl with the soft blue eyes: filled with despair, heart full of things dying to break free, the girl who holds onto the things left unsaid, the girl who hopes to one day let go of all her inhibitions, the girl dying to break free from the crowd and escape to somewhere far, far away. Somewhere beautiful.

Nobody’s gonna do the things I did. Nobody’s gonna kiss the way I kissed. Nobody’s gonna love you like I did. Nobody’s gonna be the fool for you. Nobody’s gonna go through what I went through. Nobody’s gonna love you like I used to. You’ll miss me, yeah you will. - 112; Love You Like I Did

So, we're teenagers. We fall in love too often, too easily, and too hard for our own good. We don't listen to the people whose opinion we value most. We hurt the people we love, and we make the same mistakes over and over. We want all the privileges of being older, with all the advantages of being young. we do things no one can explain, including us. Every minute of it is exhausting, and every minute of it is worth the while.

Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain. - Jim Morrison

I want it to stop hurting. I want the tears to stop falling and I want my heart to stop longing for something I know I never will have. I've had my fair share of pain so this is nothing new. I could always snap out of it though; I'd wallow in self pity for a few minutes, an hour, a day. Then I'd be alright. I knew when to stop being sad and just start being myself again. But this time... this time I don't know what in the world to do. It's like I've fallen into this big fucking hole and now I don't know how I can possibly dig myself out of it. I can't escape the heartbreak, not this time.

This is for the ones that didn't quite get that happy ending they were so sure they had. For those who had the world, the ones so carelessly left behind, broken, forgotten, replaced. This is for the girls waiting on something, anything more than what they have been left with. Someone to hold, something to love, a reason to live. This is for you.

I do not want to think about you walking towards me or taking me to the places I have never been. I do not want to think about you at night, when no one is thinking of me. I do not want to love you, so I am giving you to the other girls; they can have you and the sun that smiles down on you, they can have you and the sky that opens for you. They can have you, and they can keep you.

I think I think too much. I worry over things that have yet to come, wasting time lingering over the future so much that I miss out on the joys of the present. I need to stop, I need to stop being this over-analytic, paranoid little girl; I need to start to be myself again. Because I'm sick of missing out on the joys of this life worrying over such nonsense - things that may not even ever happen.

The mind may have forgotten, but the body remembers everything -in the melody of a song, in a rip of a dress, in a taste stuck at the tip of your tongue, in the freckled constellation splattered across your light skin, in a look not mean to be a look, in the movement their hips against yours, in a graze between nervous hands, in the loud beat of your beating heart. In one moment, the body remembers everything so vividly, so wildly, as if it were experiencing it the first time & the last time combined - an explosion of sorts that will never seem to leave with time. These things have become pieces of us, that have found a way to stay forever, as much as we deny it ever happened. But the reality is that it was never a figment - in fact, it was our realest dream somehow brought to life.

Listen. There are times when life calls out for a change. A transition. Like the seasons. Our spring was wonderful, but summer is over now and we missed out on autumn. And now all of a sudden, it’s cold, so cold that everything is freezing over. Our love fell asleep, and the snow took it by surprise. But if you fall asleep in the snow, you don’t feel death coming. - Paris Je T'aime

The problem is we want change. We wish for something different to come and sweep us off and away. But really, when that something different comes and knocks on our door we turn away. When it’s not exactly what we expected we run away from it thinking it can do nothing but harm. When in fact we should embrace it, accept the fact that things don’t always go to plan and learn to live with what’s thrown our way.

‘What caused you this pain in your heart?’, she asked. “My eyes. I had them closed for so long and when I finally opened them, I wasn’t ready for what they saw.”, he replied. - The Feast of Love by Charles Baxter

I think I'm at the point where I've liked you for so long that it's just an automatic response for me. I don't know if I really still do, but whenever someone says your name, my heart beats faster. I still get jealous and you still have the power to ruin my entire day. But I have a feelings that's just the way it's gonna be for a while. I know I need to move on, I don't know if I can. I'm not strong enough to move away from the one amazing person that's been on my mind forever. So do you think you could please make this easy and just love me back?

Call me crazy, but I still believe very much in untainted, unchanging, everlasting love. Despite the heartbreak and the disappointment that follows each mismatch, I've never failed to pick myself right back up to dive into yet another dream. It's just I've seen rainbows without the rain, I've felt the ground shake as I prayed, I've witnessed light shine from darkness, so I've concluded that true love must be out there waiting for us.

Life doesn't give you the people you want. It gives you the people you need. To help you. To hurt you. To love you. To leave you. And to make you into the person you were meant to be.

What we call chaos is just patterns we haven't recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can't decipher. What we can't understand we call nonense. What we can't read we call gibberish. There is no free will. There are no variables. There is only the inevitable - Survivor by Chuck Palahniuk

Being in love was like China: you knew it was there, and no doubt it was very interesting, and some people went there, but I never would. I'd spend all my life without ever going to China, but it wouldn't matter, because there was all the rest of the world to visit. - The Amber Spyglass by Phillip Pullman

I want a boy; just some skin and some rough hands, some whispered words and harsh breathing. I want to laugh at you and cry for you and miss you so much it aches and wrap myself aroud you. I want to feel the weight of you, to hear the sirens, to run until my breath gives out, I want to smash things and remake them with blood on my hands. I could stand in the rain until I'm saturated with you, until the water stings my eyes the way your words do. We could fingerpaint our dreams, you could play me a lullaby full of discordant harmonics,. I want someone to fall asleep to.

You have to learn to walk, you have to learn to talk. You have to wear that totally ridiculous hat your grandma bought you. You have no say in the matter. And when you get a little older, even though you get to choose your hats, you don't get to choose what they put in those meatballs in the cafeteria, or when to fall in love. Sometimes things happen and you just have to deal. - How to Deal

Life takes your dreams and turns them upside down; people talk about you when you're not around. People make promises they just can't keep, and I've come to realize that talk is cheap. Too often we don't realize what we have until it's gone; too often we wait too long to say "I'm sorry, I was wrong." Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones we hold dearest to our hearts, and we allow foolish things to tear our lives apart.

Doesn't matter how tough we are, trauma always leaves a scar. It follows us home, it changes our lives, trauma messes everybody up, but maybe that's the point. All the pain and the fear and the crap. Maybe going through all of that is what keeps us moving forward. It's what pushes us. Maybe we have to get a little messed up, before we can step up. - Grey's Anatomy

Forgetting isn't enough. You can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone, but they will keep floating back again and again and again. They circle you like sharks and you are bleeding your fear into the sea. Until, unless something, someone can do more than just cover the wound. - Story of a Girl by Sara Zarr

These are things that I could not tell you; things that remind me of you when I want nothing more to forget; things that have gone wrong; things that have gone right; things that will never happen; things that are your fault, my fault, the faults of no one; these are the things that we did not do and will not let go of.

My nerves have been shaking twenty-four seven and I've stopped trying to calm them. Nothing, and I mean nothing, seems right anymore. Each day gets more dreadful and each day I wish I wasn't here just a little more than the day before. I've been back in a corner for days and no one will pull me out. Being alone really does feel as awful as it sounds. Between the arguments and the tears, I can't hear my own thoughts anymore. I have no clue of what I want, what I need, what I should have. I miss being able to count on you.

I knew there were no guarantees. Some things don't last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a book, or a good memory you can't take out and unfold in your darkest times. Pressing down the corners and peering in close. Hoping you still recognize the person you see there. - The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen

I know that we won't ever really be close again, and that hurts more than you know. But all I can really ask for right now, is for you to be a decent person. Maybe even a decent friend. Because I need something, anything. I just need some ounce of hope that things will look up again for us, that we haven't lost anything. Because right now all I have are memories, which hurt to remember, knowing I won't ever have them back. I wonder if you know how much this hurts for me, to go each day without you, to see you not care. And there are days, just moments, when I think that maybe this day will be different, and maybe things are turning around, but those are just moments that fade away quickly. And I know that in the long run, I know that you'll never be here. You will never be here for me again. And that hurts, because no matter what, I have, and will always be there for you.

I am just so sick and tired of this. I want to be alright without you. I want to be able to go a month, a week, a day, an hour without thinking of you. Without wondering why it is you don't care at all anymore. I just am so sick and tired of needing you in my life knowing that you only make me sad.

It's amazing the things you realize when you lose someone. You get mad at yourself for not saying the things you could have said a million times. You take for granted the days you spent doing nothing when you could have been with them. Anyone can be taken, at any point in our lives, but we always wait until they're gone to say the things we never had the courage to say.

That night we talked, we talked about life, about our times together. Maybe we aren't the same two kids we once were, but some things never change. Some things last, and even though I didn't know what was going to happen to us or where we were going, I just knew I couldn't let you out of my life.

The truth is I don't hate you. I can never hate you. I'm not on a crusade to hate you. I guess I just want to find reasons to not like you. To make you seem like a horrible person. So I can just be mad at you and forget about you. Cause honestly, it would just make all of this so much easier.

The hardest thing ever is taking chances. Because you can only take so much pain. And you can only get hurt so many times before you create a bubble around yourself to avoid any more scars. And then you end up never really living at all. So we deal with pain. We take chances and we take risks, because either way we’re going to lose, and it’s going to hurt.

Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can't control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That's what it was like for me. I didn't plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if you planned on falling in love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has happened only once, and that's why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I'll never forget a single moment of it. - The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks

I wish my words were enough but they aren’t. I wish my smile was enough but it’s not. I wish the things I did were enough but they never were. And I wish on every star and every flame just before it’s gone. Every penny down a well and every time it’s 11:11.

We will always want something more than what we've got. But face it, whatever happens, happens. And whatever we are given, we need to hold onto that with all of our might. Because that's it. That's what we were given, what we've been trusted in to keep, to treasure, to take care of and to love with all of our hearts. We need to appreciate every little thing we've got because, well, it's all we've got. It's okay to dream, but first you need to treasure reality in all its beauty.

The beautiful thing about memories is that they are yours; whether they are good, bad, or indifferent. They belong to you, and no matter where life takes you, your memories tie you to  where you've been, and to where you are now.

I miss you, when something really good happens, you’re the first one I want to share it with. Because I miss you when something is troubling me, you’re the only one who would’ve understand. Because I miss you, when I laugh and cry, you’re the only one who could make me laugh harder and make my tears disappear. I don’t know where we went and why we grew apart, but you should know, I miss you.

He had one of those faces only I could see straight through. I knew it all too well, the nervous blank stare he had when trying to act like he didn't care. As he walked across the room I slowly realized I was the only one who even noticed. His presence was a minimum to everyone but me, and that was the way it was always going to be.

Sometimes, there are things in our life that aren't meant to stay. Sometimes, change may not be what we want. Sometimes, change is exactly what we need. and sometimes, saying goodbye is the hardest thing you think you'll ever have to do, but sometimes, saying hello again is the thing that breaks you down and makes you more vulnerable than you ever thought possible. Sometimes, change is too much to bear. But most of the time, change is the only thing saving your life.

I've accepted that we can't be but I've also accepted that you're going to be that one person I carry with me for the rest of my life, the one who is always going to make my heart jump a little and my stomach tie up in knots. No matter how happy I am otherwise and no matter how long it's been. The one I will always wish had secretly asked me to the dance even though I'm happier with the guy that did. Do you realize how incredibly difficult it is to accept both those things at once?

Contrary to what the cynics say, distance is not for the fearful. It's for the bold. It's for those willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for a little time with the one they love. It's for those knowing a good thing when they see it. Even if they don't see it nearly enough.

I want to know exactly what makes you tick, I want to know your problems. I want to know what days you're waking up on the wrong side of the bed, I want to know how many pillows you sleep with. I want to know why you sleep with a window open. I want to know if I'm ever needed, if I'm good enough to keep you warm at night. I want to know if I even have a chance. I want to know everything about you, whether it be fact or fiction. I want to know your past, your future, your in-betweens. Your favorite colors, your phobia's; everything.

And even if I had barely any of me left, I would still give it all to you. Because you're the one that has been there all along. A friend for what seems like forever, someone who has never left my side even if it meant looking past the apathy and ignorance my heart would show. To the one that's always been there, I promise to you I will return the favour. I love you.

If I could give everyone one piece of love advice, it would be once you find the one you’ve spent your whole lifetime searching for, don’t give them up without a fight. Never let them just walk right out of your life. Whatever you do, don’t ever let them go. Hold onto them with all that you’ve got, because you have no guarantee that they’ll be back. So, don’t make the mistake I have made. Don’t just watch them leave. It could be the last you ever see them. Don’t look back on it and regret not saying the words you needed to say, or doing the things you needed to do. Because that feeling of regret will never leave you.

I wish someone would tell me something incredibly profound. I wish my heart would beat beat beat in time with theirs and things I want to say wouldn't get caught in my throat like my hair gets caught in my fingers and ties itself into knots. I wish the voice in my head didn’t say the things it does, because of all the people I can trust in the world I shouldn't be one of them. That's why I listen to music louder than the sounds of the late-night television programs like poker competitions and bad films starring bad actors. And in the middle of the cacophony of sounds the only thoughts I can hear are the singer's, the whisperer's, the poet's, infinitely better and wiser. Wiser even than the stars. I bet they don't trust themselves either. I bet lots of people don't when they've fallen down the rabbit hole and felt a heartbreak or three. Boys didn't break my heart you know, I did. I break it all the time. I'm breaking it right now and I don't even know why.

What's different about us is that we're friends. Well, maybe we're not just friends, but the base of all we know is friendship. He may think I'm beautiful, but he'll still tease me when he has to look down to see me. We may cuddle up and watch movies, but we'll still laugh and make jokes about every line. We may hold hands, but we also get into fake fights that I know he wants to win every time. He gets mad when I don't think highly of myself and I get mad when he won't tell me what's wrong.

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain. - Jim Morrison

I don't know what to say anymore. My mind runs a blank every time I open up the page where I used to spill my heart. I used to have so much to say, now I can barely write a sentence. It's you. You have that effect on me. You walked into my life and I can't find a place for you just yet. I'm lost for words, yet my heart is screaming with things I wanna say to you.

And sometimes when your mind gets going, you just can't seem to get it to stop. It's like never-ending spinning, going around and around, thinking about those things you don't really want to know about yourself. But you can't get it to stop. The thoughts just clog your mind, your every movement. You can't do anything without thinking, and eventually, you just don't want to think anymore, but really, it's all you've got.

Because sometimes it’s easier to say, “I hate you,” than “I miss you, I wish we didn’t fight; I wish you would call me sometimes.” Because sometimes, it’s easier to think, screw life, screw work, screw everything, than admit that you’re overwhelmed and feel like you’re drowning. Because sometimes, it’s easier to admit the simple things than say the hard things and realize how much you’ve been struggling and how much you feel as if life has gone out of your control.

She fell in, fell out, and it doesn't matter anymore, because the person you had to catch you at the bottom is no longer there. He is off doing other stuff, and their promise becomes a kind of lie, and lying is the worst, isn't it? But how he acts, and what he says, and what he does, and who he is, they don't line up anymore. The lie is in that not lining up, the lie is in not being what she needs but pretending that he is.

Isn’t it funny how you can think you’re completely over someone but if you drive past his house, stumble upon a meaningful song you both shared, or even get a glance of him on the street….just in an instant, it can change all that. And you start to remember the pain. And that hollow space is feeling more and more like the Grand Canyon with every second that goes by. But you bury these feelings deep down, so deep that you’re sure no one will be able to tell. To the outside world, you smile and act like nothing is wrong or will ever be. Everything’s just perfect. For that split second that you’ve locked eyes, a tiny whisper, say ‘make this last forever, only and just this moment forever and ever’. But after a second or so, you go along your own merry way, all the while home realizing how much you do miss him, how much you still love him…and it sticks with you for days, weeks, maybe months, until fate decides to hand you another one of those unexpected moments. And then you finally understand the worst feeling in the world is when the person you love most is standing right next to you, yet you can never have them. Try as you may, you can’t make someone love you.

We all carry something with us. Of course, it's nice if we travel with someone who can help lighten the load. But usually, it's easier to just drop what we've been carrying so we can get home that much sooner assuming, of course, there will be someone there to greet us when we arrive. But, why do we clutch at this baggage, even when we're desperate to move on? - Desperate Housewives

I think I’m falling but it’s too far down. You said you’d catch me before I hit the ground. But the walls are too strong and I’m finding it too hard to breathe. When I expect you to catch me you just turn around and leave.

I had you. And now she does. It'll never be the same. And we'll never get the be the ones we were, and we will never dream of a forever together. No, never again. She built us up, and tore us down. If i get you back, she wont have you anymore, and she'll never get to see that pretty face of yours, and never get to look into those beautiful eyes, that glimmer in just right. She'll never get to see you shine, 'cause without me, I took all your light.

If you want to hear I love you, then say it. If you want to hear I need you, then prove it. I don't want to stand the line, I don't want to waste my time. I just want to be in love. - Tonic; Roses

I realize now that when your heart breaks you got to fight like hell to make sure you're still alive. Because you are and that pain you feel that’s life. The confusion and fear; that's there to remind you that somewhere out there something is better.That something is worth fighting for. As we strain to grasp the things we desire, the things that we think will make our lives better,we ignore what truly matters - the simple things. Like friendship, family and love. Yes, loosing your hearts desire is tragic but gaining your hearts desire is all you can hope for. This year I wished for love, to immerse myself in someone else and awake a heart long afraid to feel. My wish was granted, and if having that is tragic than give me tragedy, because I wouldn’t give it back for the world. - One Tree Hill

We never met, you and I. We were always inside, we were somewhere inside one another. And I'll live without you, love, but what good is one glove without the other? Still you only ask about my leaving, oh but honey I had no choice, and I call (and when you hear that heavy breathing) for the sound of your voice. But you sit there silent, folded arms, and look down as I walk by. My face has changed, you know it's me. You know by the stillness in my eyes. Come and whisper in my ear, "You're very pretty, dear" and "It'll be alright." You're lying; but I don't mind tonight. So I wander and I wander. Your absence beating inside my chest. And I try, but I can't remember the color of your eyes. - MeWithoutYou; Gentlemen

And I got so backwards, trying to make myself matter to him. All this time, there were real things to care about: real, good people who care about me and this place. It's so easy to get stuck.You just get caught up in being something, being special or cool of whatever, to the point where you don't even know why you need it; you just think you do. - An Abundance of Katherines by John Green

I hope that some day, you find an amazing girl. The kind of girl who means everything to you and makes you want to spend every moment of your time with her. The kind of girl who keeps you up at night, just thinking about her beautiful smile, and when you finally fall asleep, she's all you dream about. I hope she's the first thing to cross your mind when you wake up in the morning. I hope she changes you in a way you could never understand, yet you know it`s for the better. I hope she's the kind of girl you would die for. The kind of girl who could make you cry, even though you'd never admit it. The kind of girl who makes you want to go out and do something special, something that means everything to the both of you. The kind of girl you can have silly fights with, then kiss and make up and hold her in your arms like you`re falling in love all over again. I hope you make memories with her you never forget. I hope she's your world, and what you have with her is nothing less than perfection. And I hope that one day, you lose her. I hope you mess up and as hard as you try to keep her there with you, she slips through the cracks of your broken heart. I hope it destroys you, because you realize you've lost the person you once called your everything. I hope you see every moment you spent together spin away down the drain like it was waiting to happen. I hope you stay up at night because she's on your mind and when you fall asleep, she haunts your dreams. I hope her beautiful smile stays pressed in your mind like a scar that won`t fade away. I hope you realize that you're a new person because of her, I hope your new self feels incomplete without her and you miss the old you. The one that was okay with being alone, because you'd rather be the heartbreaker than the heartbroken.

If you asked me a year ago, I would have told you what you wanted to hear. Now, I know I can't please everyone, and I'm sorry if that hurts your feelings. I can't make myself unhappy to please you, and I won't try.

I used to be your biggest fan, and then I saw you in a doorway. For a moment you looked tender and I know that I could never ever touch you because you might touch back. Oh yes, you might, oh you might touch back. Well I made a mistake, well I made two. One for me and one for you. And then I knew that I would measure everybody against you. Yes, I would measure everybody against you. Well I used to be, I used to be your biggest fan. - Voxtrot; Your Biggest Fan

Yeah, you still kiss me sometimes, but it's just on the cheek. You pull away so easily. And I still call you, but I get your machine. And we go out to dinner, but you won't hold my hand. We sit at the same table, but we don't play with our feet. And we still rent movies, but we don't share the couch. And you even stay over, but now we stay in our clothes. I'm only there so you're not alone. - Bright Eyes; It's Cool, We Can Still Be Friends

I believe the most difficult situation you can be ever be faced with is deciding whether you should just move on or hold on a little tighter. Move on, and maybe you’ll lose a chance at the best thing that could have ever happened, or hold on, and have the possibility of one day being the biggest disaster ever created.

That night I started to think about belief. Maybe it's not even advisable to be an optimist. Maybe pessimism is something we have to apply daily, like moisturizer, otherwise how do you bounce back when reality batters your belief system, and love does not, as promised, conquer all? Is hope a drug we need to go off of, or is it keeping us alive? - Sex and the City

But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope. - He's Just Not That Into You

I want somebody to sleep with the rest of my life, and cuddle up during a movie, on a couch. Stay up all night talking about nothing. Get lost in the woods together. Challenge me, challenge him. Talk about dreams, make dreams. Have fights, the kind that only really matter as long as you're having them. Someone I can wrestle with, you know, play hard sometimes and not worry about break a nail or an arm. A guy who will bring me flowers once in a while, maybe a rock too, or a shell of some sort. Something he saw that made him think "this might make my girl smile" as he smiles to himself. A guy who wants me, even needs me, just a little, enough to hold onto me with everything hes got.

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken - and I’d rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived. - Margaret Mitchell

I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone. - Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer

I will never regret you or say that I wish I'd never met you because once upon a time you were exactly what I needed.

The initial feelings associated with love were almost like an ocean wave in their intensity, acting as the magnetic force that drew two people together. It was possible to be washed away in the emotion, but the wave wouldn’t last forever. It couldn’t – nor was it meant to be – but if two people were right for each other, a truer kind of love could last forever in its wake. In the end, it’s worked out because we both want it to. As long as you two have that, you’ll be able to make it through anything. - The Rescue by Nicholas Sparks

Deciding to get back together with someone is a complicated and difficult decision.  Just remember that the person you are getting back together with is the same person who, not long before, looked you in your beautiful face, took full stock of you and all your qualities, and told you that he was no longer in need of your company. - He's Just Not That Into You

Who are you? Who am I? Does it matter? I have the answers to these questions, but the answers lay in the freedom we feel. The freedom we feel at night, when we're all alone, running from nothing and everything at the same time. the answer? It does not matter who you are, it does not matter who I am. I love you, let's be free.

And sometimes, we can fall in love with someone for all the wrong reasons, and still love them after all the hurt, because sometimes, and most times, we can't pick who we love. And even though we know we shouldn't love them, we do and always will, because there are just a small number of people in this world who will "get" us for reasons we can't explain, even when they shouldn't. - Arminda Meer

You're probably thinking I've forgotten all about you by now, but that's far from it. I have missed you every waking day and  my heart still hurts, but I'm getting better. I continue to smile and still go on without you. I know I have missed you, but I have kept it all inside of me, only for me to know. I still wonder about your doings, how you are, what you're doing, what we used to talk about, to the laugh in your voice. Just, everything. I miss it all. However, I feel that the parting of us was for the best, because everything happens for a reason. Should destiny put us into a crossing road in the future, that is when I will see you again. Until then, remember this; No matter what, even through the screaming fights, the disagreements, mistakes and the tears we've cried. Never, ever, did I give up on you. So if you ever need a helping hand, do not hesitate to ask. I may be far away, but I will always be in reach.

And without him, I didn't feel the simplicities in the world anymore. The sky was just the sky, and I was just a girl. And without him, neither seemed quite as exquisite and beautiful.

There’s so much I wish for these days, but most of all, I wish you were here. It’s strange, but before I met you, I couldn’t remember the last time that I cried. Now it seems that tears come easily to me, but you have a way of making my sorrows seem worthwhile, of explaining things in a way that lessens my ache. You are a treasure, a gift, and when we’re together again, I intend to hold you until my arms are weak and I can do it no longer. My thoughts of you are sometimes the only things that keep me going. - Nights in Rodanthe

After all is said and done, I still think you're amazing. I still cherish every moment I spent with you, every smile you brought to my face. I'll be forever thankful that someone like you was brought into my life, even if you had to be taken away too soon. See you were my miracle. You were the fairytale I got to live.

Here's to the notes lost in the washer, to the memories washed away. Here's to never forgetting. Here's to being young and never wanting to grow up. Here's to waking up next to the one you love. Here's to believing every lie people ever told you. Here's to those that just need someone to sleep next to. Here's to change, both good and bad. Here's to missing people you care about. Here's to moving on. Here's to feeling infinite. Here's to all the wishes at 11:11, hoping one day they'll come true. Here's to remembering old friends. Here's to all the words we never said, and to the ones we choke on. Here's to holding your breath in that one perfect moment. Here's to the ones who were on top of the world but fell off. Here's to every tear you've wasted on people who never cared. Here's to trying to be perfect even when you know its not possible. Here's to finding him, and holding on tight. Here's to the nights spent living for the moment. Here's to speaking the most honest words you've ever spoken in your life. Here's to those who fall in love in their dreams. Here's to not knowing, and not wanting to know. Here's to those who wonder where love starts. Here's to serendipity... even if it doesn't last. Here's to the girls who fall too fast... and know it. Here's to the songs that make you feel like nothing hurts. Here's to the ones who bend over backwards to be loved, but aren't. Here's to everyone who has ever cried themselves to sleep. Here's to those nights where you just can't sleep. Here's to every word they said to you replaying, over and over. Here's to leaping before you look. Here's to the times I wish I had said no. Here's to the times I'm glad I said yes. Here's to that tingly butterfly feeling you get when he's around. Here's to the nights when feelings change, for better or worse. Here's to the first kisses. Here's to those who survived to become stronger, better people. Here's to life, as hard as it may be, and picking yourself up when you've fallen down.

It's the constant reminder of what I can and cannot have. The smell, the taste, it's all just fake, the truth is all I lack. So I will keep on running, and keep my head above the ground. And I will search for you in places that you cannot be found. - The Classic Crime; God And Drugs

Strange how a single conversation can change you. Or maybe it only seems that way in retrospect. A year passes and you know you feel differently, but you’re not sure what or why or how, so your mind casts back for something that might give that difference shape: a word, a glance, a touch.

We all carry something with us. Of course, it's nice if we travel with someone who can help lighten the load. But usually, it's easier to just drop what we've been carrying so we can get home that much sooner assuming, of course, there will be someone there to greet us when we arrive. But, why do we clutch at this baggage, even when we're desperate to move on? - Desperate Housewifes

Be glad of life, because it gives you the chance to love and to work and to play and to look up at the stars; to be satisfied with your possessions; to despise nothing in the world except falsehood and meanness, and to fear nothing except cowardice; to be governed by your admirations rather than by your disgusts; to covet nothing that is your neighbor's except his kindness of heart and gentleness of manners; to think seldom of your enemies, often of your friends...and to spend as much time as you can, with body and with spirit. These are little guideposts on the footpath to peace. - Henry Van Dyke

I think that there comes a point in everyone’s life when they wish they could just go back to one specific time just so that they can re-live the moment, the one that they can never forget. But then reality hits; you cant. So you need to learn that past is the past, its unchangeable and you can never go back.

I do not want to think about you walking towards me or taking me to places I have never been. I do not want to think about you at night, when no one is thinking of me. I do not want to love you, so I am giving you to the other girls; they can have you and the sun that smiles down on you, they can have you and the sky that opens for you, they can have you and they can keep you.

It's because people have this determined belief that things will always work themselves out in the end, that if you tough out the rough shit, the pieces will always fall where you want them to; it was just a matter of patience. As if life is testing how bad you really want it. You endure the brutal winter for a bountiful spring, right? Sometimes patience has nothing to do with it. And sometimes, no matter how much you tough it out, you're not supposed to, and the pieces will absolutely not fall where you fucking want them to.

I hate how dispensable I am to people. I hate how people feel they can just forget about me, replace me, erase me without even a second thought. It's like I don't matter to anyone. And hey, I mean I don't blame you. I'm no-one special. I just thought you were different. I had more faith in you. And you took that, ripped it up, shoved it in my face and walked away without ever looking back.

It's getting so hard to be around you. Because every time I see you, I see a stranger. You've changed, and I just miss the person you used to be. The one that cared, the one that wouldn't ever hurt me, not if they could help it. But now, now all you care about is yourself. Maybe you never did care in the first place, I'm not sure. All I know is the person I loved so much is no longer there. Nothing is left of you. Everything's changed and I miss the person you used to be.

The tough thing about following your heart that people forget to mention is that sometimes your heart takes you to places you shouldn't be. Places that are scary as they are exciting and as dangerous as they are alluring. Sometimes your heart cannot take you to places that lead to happy endings. That's not even the difficult part, the difficult part is when you follow your heart, you leave normal, you go into the unknown and once you do you can never go back. - Roswell

I don’t pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into the room and smile at you. - The O.C.

I want warm summer nights, to lie in a hammock, staring at the stars, telling you stories. I want to dip my toes in the water, to dangle my feet off the edge of the dock and sit leaning forward, looking at you, laughing. To huddle around a fire on the beach, salt water drying into my hair, reading from that book you always carry. I want to sit next to you on a log and sleep next to you in a tent. I want to wake up early and make pancakes over a fire, to wash the dishes in the river while we swim. To build sandcastles and castles-in-the-air. I want to drive home with my bare feet on the dashboard, the windows down, my hair whipped in every direction from the wind rushing through the open windows. I want to hear your voice humming to the tune of the songs on the radio that you don’t know the words to. I want to be able to look at you and smile and not say a word. To have adventures and passion and to truly live.

I believe in memories. They look so, so pretty when I sleep. And when I wake, you look so pretty sleeping next to me. But there is not enough time, and there is no song I could sing, no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard: but I will still tell you one thing. We're better together. - Jack Johnson; Better Together

It's not about where you are. It's about how you got there. It's not about what has knocked you down, it is about what has given you the strength to pick yourself up and try again. It's not about the hell he put you through, it's about how much better off you are now without the poor twit that only ever dragged you down and stopped you from becoming the person you need to be. Because in life you can't have positives without negatives, just as you can't go through the hard times without knowing that the good times are just up ahead - if you choose to pick yourself up and walk that way.

It was late night, but we were wide awake. You asked me for a cigarette then begged me to stay. The scent that you wore sent dirty thoughts to my brain. Oh and your smile, it drove me insane. Afterward we got lost in a dream, and woke up to find some space in between. Why do you keep on running away?

Beautiful things come out of horrible situations. I know for a fact. Out of sadness you get a new found wisdom on how the world can look with a haze of gray clouds, how people can be senseless, how you can see the whole universe in a whole new way. And that may be hard to handle, hard to cope, hard to accept, but it is so damn beautiful if you really take the chance to realize. Out of anger, you can feel your heart beat race, with every beat it is shaking your whole being and not only the heavy steps you take. It is when you, your whole self and some power is telling you that you are alive. And that is amazing in every angle. Out of anything there is something in there that makes it incredible. Something that makes it shine. Whatever you feel is potent and it is such a blessing to be able to feel what you feel. You just have to think about it.

Because sometimes it’s easier to say, “I hate you,” than “I miss you, I wish we didn’t fight; I wish you would call me sometimes.” Because sometimes, it’s easier to think, screw life, screw work, screw everything, than admit that you’re overwhelmed and feel like you’re drowning. Because sometimes, it’s easier to admit the simple things than say the hard things and realize how much you’ve been struggling and how much you feel as if life has gone out of your control.

It’s laughing with your friend at a time when you shouldn’t. It’s the sweat in your palms wanting to know someone you see and the pit in your stomach when they actually see you. It’s being touched by hands that aren’t your own. It’s the thrill of an escape that almost wasn’t. It’s the embarrassment you feel, naked for the first time. It’s helping a friend find something they lost. It’s a smile, a joke, a song. It’s what someone does that they like doing. It’s what someone does that they like remembering. It’s the thinking of things you may never do and the doing of things you may never have thought. It’s the road ahead and the road behind. It’s the first step and the last and every one in between, because they all make up the good life. - The Good Life

I want to be remembered. I want to be thought of as that one girl who never let anyone get in her way. I want to be needed, I want to be cried over, waited on, wished for. I want to be strong, I want to be beautiful. I want to feel special. And I want to be with someone who can do all these things for me, from now until never.