My life is so hard right now, I honestly can’t tell what’s wrong, I just feel sad, angry lonely and broken inside of me… I smile a lot, everyone thinks I am fine but inside I’m not. Sometimes I feel like I should scream out loud, maybe I would feel better. I thought to myself and said – hey. It’s okay to cry sometimes, be sad, feel lonely, and angry–it means I’m still human, and have I blood running in my veins… even thought it hurts, I am not sure I am ready to give up now.
I feel it’s okay for me to pretend that I’m okay, but I know it’s killing me inside. I’m pushing away all the people I love and it really hurts. Sometimes I just want to be left alone.
Nothing can stop me now because I don’t care anymore.
But it’s ironic because that’s how I live my life. I smile on the outside, and everyone thinks I’m doing fine, but I’m always dying inside, always one step away from the edge you know? I can’t be happy to be who I am, because I don’t know who I am anymore.
I just realized that were all a bunch of actresses and we’ve fooled everyone into believing that we’re all okay… I’m just waiting for the day when I can convince myself of that.
When you quit fearing pain, when you learn to love the pain, you will lose all fear of everything.
The sky isn’t always blue. The sun doesn’t always shine. So it’s okay to fall apart sometimes.
I’ve come to the point where nothing matters anymore, and things I used to care about aren’t worth fighting for.
No matter what you do or say, there’s nothing that you can do to make people understand you.
Such a pretty girl, happy in an ugly place. Watching all the pretty people do lots of ugly things.
Damaged people are dangerous, they know they know they can survive.
Without pain, there would be no suffering, with out suffering we would never learn from out mistakes. To make it right, pain and suffering is the key to all windows, without it, there’s no way of life.
It’s an interesting feeling, really, to scroll through all the numbers in your phone, and realize that there is no one who will understand.
This isn’t a perfect world. People do get hurt. You smile when you feel like crying. You act like you’re ok, when you’re falling apart inside. And you try to let go, you try to move on, because you know there’s nothing else you could do.
Let me give you some advice — if you are gonna lie about something at least make sure it’s worth lying about.
One of the worst feelings in the world is loneliness. Sitting in the dark by yourself in the wee hours of the night gently crying. Nobody knows what’s going on with you. How could anybody realize what’s happening? Everybody you know is resting peacefully in their bed awaiting the new day tomorrow. But for you, there’s no difference in the days. They pass monotonously. And before you know it, it’s all gone.
Don’t let yourself become so angry that you stop loving, because one day, you’ll wake up from that anger, and the person you love will be gone.
Just because some people don’t cry, doesn’t mean they’re not suffering.
You do it to yourself… and that’s why it really hurts.
Are you running away from something you don’t want? Or running away from something you’re afraid to want?”
The question isn’t ‘who is going to let me'; it’s ‘who is going to stop me’.”
Without pain, there would be no suffering, without suffering we would never learn from our mistakes. To make it right, pain and suffering is the key to all windows, without it, there is no way of life. – Angelina Jolie
If you forget all else remember just this, there are people who love you and want you happy… without you, their life would be empty.
As long as you know everything is a lie then you can’t hurt yourself.
I’m playing a game I can’t win, I keep losing and losing, why do I keep playing? To me it isn’t about winning or losing, I’m just enjoying the game.
It requires more courage to suffer than to die.
Be patient and tough; some day this pain will be useful to you.
In that one instance I hated everyone in my life, everyone and everything, and me most of all.
I’ll fake all the smiles, if it stops all the questions.
I’m so happy, cause today I found my friends, they’re in my head.
She was like a flower that had been battered by a storm, but not quite destroyed. Gradually, she began to strengthen and bloom again.
If you hold back your feelings because you are afraid of getting hurt, you end up hurting anyway.
Occasionally I wished I could walk through a picture window and have the sharp, broken shards slash me to ribbons so I would finally look like I felt.
You’re scared because you don’t understand… I’m scared because I do.
There is nothing sadder than a child who has barely seen the world, yet who has seen enough of it to know that he does not wish to be a part of it…
When it seems like everything is wrong and will never be right again remember even the darkest nights must give way to day.
I went home at night and cried for hours because so many people in my life expecting me to be a certain way was too much pressure, as if I’d been held against a wall and interrogated for hours, asked questions I couldn’t quite answer any longer.
The have no idea what a bottomless pit of misery I am.
I don’t care that I don’t care, but I do care maybe a little bit about not caring about not caring – but maybe I do feel sorry for all the nice people whose efforts are wasted on a waste case like me.
But then I never had to worry about crash landing because I never took off.
I won’t leave a note for anyone to find tomorrow. They will know what I’ve done here tonight.
Sometimes, if you really want to make things work… you have to keep your mouth shut and put your hurt aside.
Some people are just stupid. They have the best thing in front of them but turn around and go to the worst.
We’re both fiction, you’re too good to be true, and I don’t exist to you.
It’s hard when you don’t know what causes your sadness but, it’s even harder when you know what makes you happy, yet you can’t do anything to have it.
How is it that someone you were once close to, suddenly acts like you don’t even exist or ever did. Makes you wonder doesn’t it…
It’s tough when someone special starts to ignore you, but it’s even tougher to pretend that you don’t care.
Wanna know why I’ve been stressing you? Because I’ve been getting less of you. It’s like everyone else gets the best of you and I just get the rest of you.
You know how sometimes when someone dies you’re sad, and then it’s okay to be sad. But then there are other times when you’re supposed to be happy but you’re sad anyway, and that’s even worse than the times when you’re allowed to be sad.
She was the third beer. Not the first one, which the throat receives with almost tearful gratitude, nor the second, that confirms and extends the pleasure of the first. But the third, the one you drink because it’s there, because it can’t hurt, and because what difference does it make?
I keep waiting for some happy ending, some big earth shaking ending that makes me weak in the knees, except everything that happens is just making me weak in the heart.