I often miss the little girl whose dreams had no barriers,
who believed in a world where anything is possible,
with a heart that was full and unbroken.


I know I'm full of insecurities and disappointments.
But I promise you there's a part of me worth keeping.


Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.


It's sweet when someone knows every detail about you.
Not because you constantly remind them,
but because they pay attention.


So I guess you were one of those people who was supposed to walk into my life,
teach me a lesson then walk out.


I feel too much.
That's what's going on.
Do you think one can feel too much?
Or you just feel in the wrong ways?
My insides don't match up with my outsides.
So does anyone's insides and outsides match up?
I don't know.
I'm only me.
Maybe that's what a person's personality is:
the difference between the inside and outside.


I don't want to keep being the girl that keeps crying over the same things.


It's like once you've been hurt,
you're so scared to get attached again.
Like you have this fear that every person you start to like is going to break your heart.


Love is not just about finding the right person,
but creating the right relationship.
It's not about how love you have in the beginning but how much love you build till the end.


When I was born,
they made me cry for them to know that I am normal.
Now,
I cry when things keep on falling and not being normal.

When I was a kid,
the people who made me cry are those that I hate most.
Now,
the people who make me cry are those that I love most.

Lastly, when I was a kid,
I used to cry because of broken toys.
Now,
I cry because of my broken heart.


Every morning I wake up and you're not there,
I die a little more inside.


Over 6 billion souls in the world,
but you're the only one I want.


There should be a relationship status for,
"I don't even know what's going on."


We do not remember days.
We remember moments.


It's not the goodbye that hurts,
but the flashback that follows.


One day you might just explode.
Thousands of tiny particles in the air.
Vanish from all the lives of all the people you know.
Embark on a fresh new start.
Never look back.


Sometimes I pretend to be normal,
but it get boring.
So I go back to being me.


If the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall,
I think we'd see the beauty then and stand staring in awe.


It is no surprise to me that hardly anyone tells the truth about how they feel.
The smart ones keep themselves to themselves for good reason.
Why would you want to tell anyone anything that’s dear to you?
Even when you like them and want nothing more than to be closer than close to them?
It’s so painful to be next to someone you feel strongly about and know you can’t say the things you want to.









I feel lost inside myself.

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