and you message me every morning with a "hello beautiful", so I pass it on to my friends, because everyone deserves to feel the way that you make me feel right now.

and I thought you were different, *but you're not so different afterall

disgust, guilt for feeling disgusted, and certainty that we'd never be able to put this back together-- even if we tried.

Harry Potter.
I've never written about you,
The boy who lived.
I wish you were here,
We could make some
dark magic,
And say silly spells.
We could be everything.
I could be the Hermoine to your Ron.
The scar to your Harry.
The wand to your average witch or wizard.

I just wish I could be yours.

Silly me, You're not real.
(At least not really.)

I'm still waiting for
You.

I don't want to hold you down.

I joined a website that
promotes Pro-Ana
and now I
can't get
off.

I miss praying with you at night, because I felt like God could hear me better back then.

i'm glad you got what you wanted.
god only knows when i will again.

Maybe it's another high, or maybe it's a realization. But whatever it is, i like it.

I don't understand why you can say things and have no consequences, but the second I say something it becomes WWIII?

I watch you carefully, wondering how
happiness could be so fleeting and
love could die so quickly.

I can't breathe,
I'm choking on you.

i could've kissed your
almost lips all day long.
and the way you left me
wanting more,
i feel like you're a pro at this.
i love holding you,
and feeling like this.
I'm on a constant high,
and even when i come down
you're there to catch me.

the necklace,
its blue and simple,
but quaint and fierce.
it is strong,
and full of memories.
and it reminds me of you.

i really hope you like the necklace.
im a bit of a romantic.
one of the ways i show how i feel is
by buying presents, so hopefully you're
okay with that.

i just... i want you to know
that you are really wonderful.
and that i could and would
keep you in my arms all day
and dare to kiss your lips.

If I don't make it to tomorrow, the notebook will be in my backpack.

if i'm alive one more day i'll be able to see the people who make life worth living

i hate you
and i hate this
and i hate
us---
or the
lack
thereof.

You're better off without me, maybe everyone else would be too.

I will put these feelings beside
and I will let nature take its course.

"it's *******," I said. you turned to me and said that it couldn't possibly be, that you were sure of it. but all I could do was breathe in the smoke and turn to the mountains and city lights surrounding me. I could finally breathe there, even with the obscene amount of smoke and dust in the air.

I changed everything I could, and yet it all still reminds me of *you.

one day I will not associate even the most minuscule of things with you, like the date or what I eat or even words. I believe that this truly is something to look forward to, because I simply cannot handle the pain of it anymore.

And I hate calling you beautiful, because you're so much more than that.

I noticed that the only way I eat is around my friends.
And they don't notice that I count every bite.
Or that I chew slowly.
Or that it's very hard to listen when
all I can think about is the way
food feels as it burns down my
throat.

I don't know what I want anymore, for everything has been lost in the rubble you left behind.

i'll never be enough
i'll never be the first choice
and i'll never be one again
was i ever actually one?

i'm not sure
i just know that
blades seem to know
exactly what to
say.

love seems to motivate people, i would know.
love has motivated me to let myself go.

maybe that's why i wanted to leave, so i couldn't hurt anyone else while i was 150 miles from here.

I either like girls or
older men and I guess
that's not okay to some
people, hell, it's not even
okay to myself, but I can't help
that I like the way girls look with
their ******* off or the way men
look when they have a 5 o'clock
shadow.

I really like the way he wiped my tears
away and they way she always was the
little spoon and the way he held my shoulder
and the way she just knew when i was sad and the
way he just showed me how the shadows are in
different colours of light...

*******, i guess im bi, but
hell i could be wrong.

Burn burn burn
I've never tasted fire until I tasted thee

this doesn't count as self-harm, right?

and to think that this time last year I was so in love... Where did it go? Does love just come and go as it pleases? Does it leave whenever things get hard? Does love wish to destroy when all you ask for is peace? No, no it doesn't. So does that mean it wasn't love?

i'll have to move on one day, and i guess its time to start the process, isn't it?

It's hard to forget a year worth of love and memories, wouldn't you agree?

sticking my head in an oven sounds like heaven, but i can't go, i can't do it. I promised i'd stay to so many, i can't break it...

I'm gonna go see Hozier instead of watching you dance with him.

and I wondered if you could feel my pain, but then I remembered that it's probably masked by the lust that suffocates your mind.

and I throw up "I love you's" and think of a time when they meant something other than the useless ways they are said nowadays

Yeah, you should've.
But saying that you should have or could have won't change the past.
It just helps you to make better decisions in the future.

I'm tired of thinking of before, I want to know what happens after.

and I am truly sorry, my dear. If there is anything I can do to help, please do not hesitate to ask. I love you.

I've been trying to remember Him in all things, and surely He has helped me. Finding solace seems easier, and knowing His unending love seems plausible now. Do not forget Him, please don't. He died for me and you, isn't that enough?

and when land starts to look like crashing waves, that's when I realize how long I had been drowning for. I believe it is time to come up for air.

i did something that I've only ever done with another person, and its that i kissed you with such a tenderness that you had to know that i meant it in the sweetest of ways. why couldn't i see that you didn't know that at all?

It's funny
How I thought you'd
Think of me the same way.

I was wrong.

Oh yes, because your kind of trying was pushing me away and making me feel like ****.

Yep, that's trying.