Simple is better than nothing. But simple is harder to accept because it’s not what you want, what you were expecting. So you ignore it until you die inside because you thought you had nothing. When really you just didn’t grab what was in front of you.

A broken life is like being cold. You can put a blanket on, or sit next to a fire. But no matter what you do to find warmth you’ll never forget what it felt like when you thought the coldness would never end.

Fixing a life might as well be like trying to heal the dead. Their gone, and there’s nothing you can do to stop the pain, or go back in time to when everything was at least okay.

Watching a movie hurts when they show you a life you don’t have. But watching another person live that life is even worse, because now you know it wasn’t something made up for a movie it was something that you just weren’t meant to have.

It’s not bothering me, it’s just reminding me of someone who I’m done being reminded of. Someone who’s done everything for me, someone who’s always been there. But someone I don’t love because my heart threw her out the day she took her first breath. The day she became a piece of life. The day she became me.

I keep searching for that person who will fill my empty heart. But what’s the point? I used to know what I was looking for, but now. . . I don’t even know who I am. So what’s the point in searching for someone, if I’m not going to be seen?

I don’t think I have a heart. I think I’ve cried out all my tears, and tears were the only feeling I felt.