I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can’t be you?
At the end of the day it’s about how much you can bear, how much you can endure. Being together, we harm nobody; being apart, we extinguish ourselves.
As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.
At what point do you give up – decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.
The sight of such aching beauty would infuse his soul with pain.
…and my loneliness, always my loneliness – that airless bubble of despair that is slowing stifling me.
It’s always nice being wanted. Even if it’s by the wrong person.
Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have.
I am sure that music was never meant to sound this harsh, this painful.
Within the grand scale of things, sitting in a classroom day after day is so utterly meaningless and pointless that it actually makes his chest hurt to think about it.
School is a pile of crap. School has always been a pile of crap – he had just never bothered to think about it until today.
At what point do you give up— decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.
It’s always nice being fancied. It’s always nice being wanted. Even it it’s by the wrong person.