Sometimes I get so sad that it's hard to breathe so tell me how do you expect me to talk about my demons when they're sitting on my lungs?
The night was meant for people like us. For people who use it to get away. For people who see themselves in the city lights and for those who lose themselves in the long walks home.
The night is where the gentle madness is, my friend, and that is where people like us belong.
I understand why you chose her. I only ever made it rain for you, and she was god damn sunshine. She makes you happy, and that's something I couldn't do.
Butterflies can't see their wings. They can't see how truly beautiful they are, but everyone else can.
People are like that as well.
It happens to everyone.
People we love find love somewhere else. But I'm done telling everyone I lost you; it's not my loss, it's yours.
You will make lots of mistakes and you will feel lots of pain, but in life, mistakes make you smarter and pain makes you stronger.
She was the kind of girl who searched for the things that could never be found.
I want to be a bad girl. I want to be free and wild. I want to sneak out late at night on school nights to go to parties at strangers houses. I want to get drunk. I want to get high. I want to hook up with bad boys afterwords.
But at the same time I want to be a good girl. I want to get good grades. I want good friends. I want to be healthy. I want to get enough sleep. And on snowy evenings I want to sit by the fire and drink hot cocoa or tea with a good boyfriend who doesn't want me for sex.
Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.
So we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them.
