There’s Too Much Tension In The World…

I’m Not Sure I’ll Ever Be Finished. No Matter How Much I Write, There Will Always Be Something I Should’ve Said.

I Know It Makes Sense For Me And Him To Just Break Up Now And Just Live Our Seperate Lives And Not Have To Worry About Missing Each Other All The Time. But When I Think About That, I Get Sick. Physically Sick. Like I Seriously Throw Up. I Need To Be With Him, Even If I Can’t, Like, Be With Him.

I Just Don't See The Point In Beating Myself Up. I Think It's More Productive To Concentrate On Being A Better Person Right Now Than Punishing Myself For Who I Was In The Past.

That's What All Love Comes Down To, Doesn't It? We Help Others Only As Much As They Let Us.

It's So Much Easier To Convince Yourself You're Madly In Love With Someone When You Know Nothing About Him.