Sometimes you look at an empty page & try to write exactly how you feel about someone.

I’m starting to see. Maybe we’re not meant to be.

It’s like trying to turn around on a one way street, I can’t give you wht you want & it’s killing me.

As we grow older, it becomes difficult to just believe. It’s not that we done want to, but too much has happened that we just can’t.

Sometimes you have to stand for what you believe in, even if that means you have to stand alone.

Sometimes the world is spinning faster than I can breathe. But that’s when I’m the happiest.

Nobody forgets what happens. The secret is learning to live with it.

I'm back.

nth to plurk le. bye plurkers.

idk wht to do.