Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have.
I might appear confident and chatty, but I spend most of my time laughing at jokes I don’t find funny, saying things I don’t really mean – because at the end of the day that’s...
I close my eyes and try and shut him out. My fingers don’t want to stay in time. They want to race ahead in fury, plunging into the dense fog of black notes, pulling the...
He will think Lochan wasn’t loved, but he was, more deeply than most people are in a lifetime.
In some indefinable way he felt drawn to her, as if he already knew her, as if they had been close friends, soulmates even, somewhere in a previous existence. Her mere presence seemed to calm...
At what point do you give up – decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.
…and my loneliness, always my loneliness – that airless bubble of despair that is slowing stifling me.
But whichever form it took it brought with it, in those moments of bitter anguish, such a desperate surge of hope that it was almost untouchable, and flitted away like a golden butterfly into the...
Within the grand scale of things, sitting in a classroom day after day is so utterly meaningless and pointless that it actually makes his chest hurt to think about it.
The sight of such aching beauty would infuse his soul with pain.
School is a pile of crap. School has always been a pile of crap – he had just never bothered to think about it until today.
I am sure that music was never meant to sound this harsh, this painful.
They say when you really love someone, you should be willing to set them free. So that is what I am doing. I will step back and you will move on. I will let you...
He has little hope that university, when he gets there next year, will be any different. Like right now, all these pupils taking notes as if their life depended on it. All for what? he...
It’s always nice being fancied. It’s always nice being wanted. Even it it’s by the wrong person.
I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can’t be you?
They say that depression makes you see everything in a negative light. I disagree. It makes you see things for what they are. It makes you take off the fucking rose-tinted glasses and look around...
At the end of the day it’s about how much you can bear, how much you can endure. Being together, we harm nobody; being apart, we extinguish ourselves.
Dicen que la depresión te hace ver todo de una forma negativa. Yo no estoy de acuerdo. La depresión te hace ver las cosas como son. Hace que te quites la venda de los ojos...
How can something so wrong feel so right?
It’s always nice being wanted. Even if it’s by the wrong person.
As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.
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