This world isn't cutting it.

In a dreamworld..
I would be you, 
you would be me, 
we would be one, 
we would be just fine. 
In a perfect world, disrespect wouldn't be an option. 
Equality wouldn't be questioned, 
and actions, wouldn't be judged. 

I spend my days searching for a world where no matter what, people adapt. 
Go with the way things are handed to them. 
A world where love surrounds all things and all people. 
A world where no one would take a second look, no one would second guess. 
Everyone craves acceptance, and I wish I could give it to everyone. 

I don't know the purpose of this, 
but I do know that I have great hope for the future. 

This is you.

You are the pilot, and the voice of the story. You are the one who creates and tells the stories for those who could not be there. You are unable to be comforted but wish to comfort others. There is a great something missing in your life. Do not forget that you are much loved. Let your sorrow be comforted…

Mistakes aren't always regrets.

We are terrible for each other, and yes, we are a disaster. But tell me your heart does not race for a hurricane or a burning building.

I would rather die terrified than live forever.

Some things are quite hard to say..

Guess which ones are my footsteps. Can you tell the difference between my footsteps and the footsteps that belong a million other people? You can’t, can you? This just goes to show that you may remember me for a minute, but soon forget about me because there’s a million people out there who can probably treat you better than I ever did and love you harder than I ever had. Don’t ever lose hope. If you ever lose my footprints in the sand, just know there are a million more to keep you company.

I was asked: You always seem to impress me with how introspective you are - how you're able to articulate how you feel. Why do you think that is?

I guess spending so much time in your own head brings about this sort of rawness in you. When you feel like this, you always imagine what you'd say to someone if you could get the words out. But you never do. So you carry them around with you, day in and day out. The secrets become apart of you.

I'm not who I used to be.

Why? 
Because I've been hurt. Ive gone through a lot of shit which has made me who I am today. Over these past years, so many things have happened, things that have change who I used to be.. little things, big things, everything. As time passes, no one person stays the same. People tell me that Ive changed.. don't you think I know that? Of course Ive changed, Im not going to stay the same person forever. Pain does that to people.

Have you ever missed someone so much it hurt?

I mean, It seriously pained you to be awake. You start to feel nauseous when you think of the person. You get a headache, your heart beats so hard it feels like it’s going to just come right out of your chest. It hurts your mouth to smile. Your body feels like it’s shutting down. You just want to curl up in a ball and cry. 

You just want to die.