Broken hearts are lovely in front of the world. As long as they please everyone else...right? 
-unknown 

Why does it seem like the harder I try to get better...the worse I get? 
-unknown

Why is it when I scream for help, nothing comes out? 
-unknown

All of these great memories have a small part of my mind. But what about that one bad one? What about the ones that keep adding up to make me hate myself? 

I'm great-full for the things I've been through. Because if they never happened, I wouldn't have learned that life isn't all happiness. 

I've spent so much time trying to fix everything else and keep everyone happy, that I forgot all about myself. I've lost her and I don't know where I last saw her. I kinda miss her. But she probably won't come back.