It isn't true when people say pain heals over time. Sure, you move on, and sure, you live your life again, but the agony never leaves you. Time only allows you to survive, to handle the pain that you have.

There are two types of ways to be alone; one is by your own choice, and the other is by everyone else's.

I never deemed myself as someone important, never thought of myself as someone worthy of acknowledgement from the world. I knew I wasn't the brightest star or the prettiest sky. I always thought of myself as the one hidden beneah the clouds. It was I who was always a shadow, a beautiful darkness that not everyone will come to know. There was nothing that amazing about me to those who couldn't truly see me, and yet I still manage to take comfort that only those who are perceptive and worthy enough will be able to see the true beauty that shines from within myself. It's exhilarating to know that I was found from the people who actually saw me as who I am, and not just the fabrication of the brightness shining from the moon, hiding its very, lonely dark side.

I realise only now that its true when people say that I get lost in my books. I could start off on chapter 12, and then a while later, a time i have absolutely no knowledge of, I see chapter 18 printed at the top of the page. I get so lost in it that I don't even realise that I get lost in it. That's how much I love books.

It hurts so bad to have to always be the second choice. I'm never put first, no matter how hard I try...

It's odd how everytime I want to drill the world out I turn my music up higher.