And she finally gave up, dropped the fake smile as a tear run down her cheek and she whispered to herself “I can’t do this anymore…”

I realized today that I have stopped living life. I’m literally just trying to get to the next day, just living in the thought of tomorrow. I’m not living, I’m waiting. And the trouble is, I don’t know what I’m exactly waiting for. I’m kind of scared for what it might be.

I hate that moment when my anger suddenly turns to tears.

And it is in the dark of the night that the real monsters make their way, take off their masks and face their own nightmares.

It always ends like this. The things you can’t tell anyone, you tell them at night.

I like to give other advice that I myself will never follow, but it is right to try to save someone since I am a lost case.

I think sad people always try to make people happy. Because they know what it is like to feel completely useless and they don’t want anyone else to feel that way.

Closing in on oneself remains one of the most livable winters, after all.

I can forgive you so many things, except what you knew would hurt me and you did it anyway.

She’s standing on a line between giving up and seeing how much more she can take.

Why am I stressing myself over someone who doesn’t even ask me if I am okay?

“That’s what happens” she said “You let people in, and they destroy you”

Find what you love and let it kill you.

Learn to manage alone in life and never depend on anyone, because even your shadow will leave you when you are in the dark.

Sometimes we think that strong people never cry, instead they are those who cry the most, those who have made sensitivity their strength, have made pain their courage, loneliness their hope.

Hace días me empecé a sentir como la puta mierda, detesto ese dolor y constante opresión en mi pecho. Quisiera que alguien se diera cuenta de lo mal que estoy y me abrazara, pero nadie esta….

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Roses have thorns too silly.

I’m so fuckin alone in this fuckin world.