The saddest thing is that I no longer feel the pain of someone leaving me. I'm used to it.

I don't write to get noticed. I write to get people to notice.

Its funny. People often see me as a child with no outlook on the real world. They don't know. They don't know that I probably know the world better than they ever will.

I read the poems and quotes brought out from books, but I don't actually read the novels they come from. I like to keep a little mystery in my life.

"What is your talent? Can you show me?" He asked me, obliviously.

"My affinity isn't something that can be seen." I replied. "It isn't a fancy circus trick, like juggling, nor is it the astonishing spectacle of a painting. It isn't the beauty of a voice, or the magnificent sound of music to the ears. My ability is from the inside, from the way one simple sentence could turn your whole life around. It's the way words could understand you like nobody ever can, the way quotes or phrases fill the emptyness of your heart, and the way it awakens a sensation you may have never been able to feel before. So, no, I cannot show you what my talent is, as it is the way I can transfer a set of emotions to you with just the enunciation of a word."

And with that, I, yet again, rendered another soul speechless.

In a world where monsters have the good in them and humans have the evil, I don't know which side to take.

Half the time I tell myself that i'm a good person with a good heart, and the other half I tell myself that I'm a bad person with a cruel heart.