one.
Do you want to know the truth? I’m scared, okay? I’m terrified to get too close
to you because I don’t want to get my heart broken. I’m afraid that if we take this
further, I’m just going to get hurt and to be honest, I don’t think I could take that.
two.
When you judge someone, you don’t define them. You define yourself.
three.
It’s like once you’ve been hurt, you’re so scared to get attached again. Like, you
have this fear that every person you start to like is going to break your heart.
She wanted something else, something different, and something more. Passion and
romance perhaps or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps
something as simple as not being second best.
four.
I have strict rules about thinking about you. I can’t – ever. I can’t think of your name,
or how you look when you’re happy, or the sound of your laugh.
I can’t do it. Because when I do, I fall apart.
five.
I’m a lover and a fighter. I get angry easily, but I’m working on it. I party, sleep, and
think too much, but I get my shit done. I have a weakness for sweet talkers, but I’m
learning and enforcing my boundaries. I don’t let many people in, but once they’re in,
they’re there forever. I’m strong and independent and I’ve been broken, but never shattered.
six.
Find a great song, whether it’s disco, or pop, or punk, or whatever. Just turn up your stereo
as high as it goes and dance. And if you have to, keep dancing until you
lose yourself, or until you find yourself again.
seven.
here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke & patrick or sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who never were too good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on mtv..and blame mtv for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a saturday night. here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower & didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photo-booths with their best friend(s). here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses & just don’t care. here’s to the kids who speak their mind. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids who are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids, who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never got caught, but for the ones who always try and fall. this one’s for the kids who didn’t make it, we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys. not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say “breaking hearts is what we do best,” and, “we’ll make your heart be ripped of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too too high. we were the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids who never made it.
eight.
Shoulda, coulda, woulda. It’s so easy in the past tense.
nine.
I’d swim the ocean for you, but you wouldn’t step in a puddle for me.
ten.
Don’t ever lose yourself in someone cause when you lose them, you’re going to be lost when you need yourself the most.
eleven.
How does it feel to know that you were the one that made me give up on love?
twelve.
The real reason music matters so much
to people is simple; it won’t ever let you down.
thirteen.
one day, you’ll crash into the wall you created.
fourteen.
As her phone lights up, so does her smile.
fifteen.
I saw him staring at me. Not glancing, but blatantly staring.
And I wondered if he was staring at the wreckage he created.
Or if maybe, just maybe, he regretted hurting me in the first place.
sixteen.
Heres to the kids who’s 11:11 wish was wasted on the one person who will never be there for them.
seventeen.
I wish my mom could have told me the same thing about
guys that she did about bikes. “Sooner or later, you’re gonna fall and get hurt.”
eighteen.
When I like a person, I actually like them.
It’s not one of those three day crush type things.
It is hardcore, can’t get my mind off them, thing.
And that’s why I haven’t liked all that many people.
But I eventually get over them when I find someone
new. But with him, no matter who I find, I can’t
erase him. He’s going to be the one I’ll always like.
nineteen.
Sometimes you just have to let them win,
because losing the argument is easier than losing them.
twenty.
After a while, you learn the difference
between holding hands & falling in love.
You begin to learn that kisses don’t always mean something
and promises can be broken just a quickly as they are made
and sometimes goodbyes really are forever.
