It's your head that fits into my arms perfectly and it's my head that rests in the tender groove of your shoulder perfectly. I love you and I miss you.

And it felt right with you in my arms but is feeling right always the right thing to choose? I believe so but these repercussions have started to argue with my belief.

When I say always, I'm not over exaggerating, I'm always being put the fuck down by the ones I love most and if it's not that, they don't ever listen to me, even in the simplest sense.
I was told to know my place by a couple of people in the past year or two and as a matter of fact; I know my place like the back of my hand, it's your fault that you're not happy with who I am.
And if you don't agree with what I feel, is there really any point carrying on? Because you can't argue with my emotions as I don't argue with yours.

What do you do when someone you love expects too much from you? That too much that it begins to be an obligation to say, 'I love you', too much that I can't even reach when I try my hardest.

Ah I can't wait! I miss you so much!

"I'm finding someone with so much hope.
I've met someone with so much heart.
She's more amazing than my dream woman.
She is the most beautiful woman anyone could lay their eyes on.
I'm falling in love with someone I know nothing about.
I'm 18 years old and I'm dreaming of marrying this girl already.
I see us, sitting on the couch with our children, watching family videos of when they were babies.
My heart hurts because I have no idea how she feels about me.

If I had a god, I would pray for his assistance.
I'm staring into a mirror with no reflection.
I'm empty, but I've seen something I've never seen before..
I see light surrounded by a black nothingness.
From that light, shapes are forming.
I'm going to say it, sooner or later I'm going to ruin a possible chance at real life.
I've convinced myself to tell her I love her.
Goodbye hope, goodbye chance.

We all know she would be out of her mind to touch me."

Let me lay here, next to you - staring, without a distracted thought.
Because I once decided you were mine and that will never fade even if one day, I am just a lost memory of yours - you will always be mine.

In this world; I can't seem to do anything to satisfy anyone no matter how hard I try.

You're beautiful, you.

Everything that goes wrong around me always seems to be my fault. All my fault, always.

Melbourne gets more depressing by the day. I am convinced it's the moody weather and my depressing friends.

"I hate you", she said to me one afternoon. "I really, really hate you."
Call me sensitive, but I couldn't help but take it personally.

Romance: a trend of age.

Your ex-lover is dead!

Oh.. That smell.

The world begins to end the day we are silent about the things that matter.

I'm not a concept. Too many guys think I'm a concept or I complete them or I'm going to make them alive, but I'm just a fucked up girl who is looking for my own peace of mind. Don't assign me yours.

I'm always anxious thinking I'm not living my life to the fullest, you know? Taking advantage of every possibility? Just making sure that I'm not wasting one second of the little time I have.

Are we like those bored couples you feel sorry for in restaurants? Are we the dining dead?

Throw me out on the streets, Stephen, because you believe what HE says.

Although he hasn't called me names, that man is a fucking asshole.

I feel two hundred, three hundred and sixty four percent better than three weeks ago. Fuck depression.

AN ETERNAL MEND

His air was my air, as our noses gently touched.

I'll be here tomorrow - same place, same town, same state of mind.