I’m tired of empty words. I’m ready for a life of unbroken promises. I’m ready to wake up

i wish you understood the battle i’m fighting within myself and the front i’m putting on, just so you think i’m okay. just so everyone thinks i’m okay. i can’t break down in front of you

and it all still feels — i still feel — the same.

they never do. i need to find someone who i don’t have to lie to, or about, to keep everyone happy.

i guess i had my hopes up too high. note to self: keep your hopes down low. my dad always said that there was no reason to be unhappy if you were doing the right thing.

don’t you realize that you’re going to get caught in your lies? i’m just about done. i’m just about sick of this. but i’m not sure if it’s enough to make me sick of you.

even if there’s no way of knowing where to go, i promise i’m going. because i’ve got to get out of here.

all i feel is a little hurt…i feel a little hurt and nothing at all.

you should see the mirror in my house. fear her pretty, pretty mouth. says i’m imperfect in every way, “miss almost, miss maybe, miss halfway.”

the time comes in a person’s life when they are asked the age old question..do you regret anything you have done?

i want somewhere familiar. somewhere safe. i just want somewhere to call home.