It wasn't the same. I'm pretty good at making the best of things, but it wasn't the same.

If somebody hurts you, it's okay to cry a river, just remember to build a bridge and get over it.

2AM where do i begin,Crying off my face again,The silent sound of lonliness,Wants to follow me to bed

I live for 3 reasons; To build a Home for my mom, to buy a chair for grandfather and to turn to dust.

She is no longer a person in his life; instead, she is a person that other people will remind him of.

This isn’t a church social, Sweetheart. You aren’t going to be able to save me this time.

You're like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again.

There is already enough wars in this world. Love was not meant to be one of them, Save the ammunition.

I felt significantly insignificant, as if my presence in the world, albeit small, was still necessary.

I am heartbroken, but I have been heartbroken before, and this might be the best for which I can hope.

It was a broken world, I knew then, that would allow a boy such as me to bury a boy such as William K.

Just because you fall down doesnt mean your hurt in the process yet mabey you found your lost ear ring

It is interesting how one word can spark memories that one believes she has buried beyond recognition.

For the music to be over so soon. For the music to be over when it had just begun. That was really sad.

My pride shut me up, my hurt shut me down, and together they ganged up on my hope and let her get away.