One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel.

but...how could an angel break my heart?

It's just one of those days...
Where I just want to disappear, To get away from everything,
Dying just seems less sad than having lived too little.

I think I'd do better on my own, no friends, no fights, just me alone.
I see her but she sees past me.
I look in her eyes but she looks around me.

Does she know what I see when she stares through me? I see her and I can't help watching her not watching me.

You cannot be a good writer of serious fiction if you are not depressed ...

It's just that dying seems less sad than having lived too little.

I feel sad and hopeless, will I ever feel like im doing something right?

Funny. The amount of times I saw you before.
If only not...maybe...
Things would play only differently...
Like how I won't be so hopeless in love.


How can you even be friends with someone, if everytime you look at them it makes you want them even more?
Who do you turn to when the only person who can stop you from crying is the one who is making you cry?

"Of all the words of tongue or pen, the saddest are those...it might have been."

Are you all alone?
Do you feel that you stand in solitude in this crowded world?
Do you enjoy the company of yourself or do you hate being alone?

Loneliness is not a desirable option, but often it helps to unclog one's mind. I tend to spend a few minutes alone, away from the maddening crowds and delve deep into my soul. As I drift into the chasms of my thoughts, I wil eventually find the harmony with the world. …

Yet I am surrounded by a crowd and yet...I still walk alone.
Alienated from the world outside, I live in the cocoon of your solitude but I yearn for a heart that sings for you.
Life without a friend and a loved one can be crushingly depressing and lonely.

People who lead a lonely existence always have something on their minds that they are eager to talk about....
Talk to me?

Every morning I get up and put on a fake smile...but what if one morning I didn't? Would anyone notice?

"I used to think that the hardest thing for me to do was waking up in the morning ...Until i saw you two together"

There comes a time you feel so alone no matter how much company you have…
Its not the sadness or being scared that is hard in being lonely..but to accept that in no one in the billions of people in the world fought just to be with you

In the end the walls we build around us to keep out the sadness also keep out the joy.

I guess in the end...I can't make someone my everything.
It's obvious now; when they are gone,

I'll have nothing.

Sometimes when I say “Oh, I’m fine.”
I want someone to look me in the eye and say
“Tell the truth.”
I don’t run away I walk away slowly and it kills me to know you don’t care enough to follow me.

ahhhh....
Pain doesn’t hurt when it’s all you’ve ever felt - Most people would rather be certain they’re miserable, than risk being happy

What once was a raging fire burning within is now nothing more than a mere smoldering ember doomed to burn itself out only to have it’s warmth and light fade away into nothing. What this ember craves to become a fire once again it cannot find. It’s to starve to death, just as my heart starves for love… It’s only a matter of time when my heart and this ember will fade into nothing.

Why do birds
Suddenly appear?
Everytime you are near
Just like me
They long to be
Close to you


Why do stars
Fall down from the sky?
Everytime you walk by
Just like me
They long to be
Close to you

It's hard to wach people change right infront of you, but the hardest part is remembering who they used to be..

It's so upsetting when people you know become the people you knew,
when you've done so much for someone and it seems like they've forgotten it all.

It's not easy trying not to think about it but no one said that it would be this hard.

I'm sorry for annoying you.
Perhaps next time you don't ask me what's wrong...then you won't get an answer...

Mention something. Please finish it.

Oh..yes...while I'm still dying...
...And with my one last dying breath, I'd apologise for bleeding on your shirt.

They don't understand what it is to be awake,
To be living on several planes at once
Though one cannot speak with several voices at once.

I see more than this, more than I can tell you, More than there are words for...

Did a quiz....
Apparently I'm

Vincent Valentine

A wandering marksman who lives by his own rules. His "Death Penalty" on one hand and "Cerberus" in its holster. This dark character has demons in his head that he puts to use for good.

90534 argees that 90131 is that.

I'm sorry.
Sure.

Look, just leave me.

OK, right, then, I will. Because you just had to go in there, didn't you? You had to go and get stuck, oh yes! Because that's who you are! You were always this. Waiting for me all this time!

Oh, really, just leave me. I'm an old man, I've had my time.

Well, exactly, look at you. not remotely important. but me... I could do so much more! So much more! But this is what I get, my reward. And it's not fair!
[resigned to his fate] Oh... lived too long. It'll...be my honour...

[collapses in agony ]

"He would not stay for me, and who can wonder?
He would not stay for me to stand and gaze.
I shook his hand and tore my heart in sunder
And went with half my life about my ways."

As the literary selections suggest, the inability to express and fulfill emotional needs may lead to feelings such as depression, low self-esteem, anxiety and rapid mood swings between depression and euphoria

The object of unrequited love is often a friend or acquaintance, someone regularly encountered.
This creates an awkward situation in which the admirer has difficulty in expressing his/her true feelings, as a romantic relationship may be inconsistent with the existing association; revelation of the lover's feelings might invite rejection, cause embarrassment or might end all access to the beloved.

Unrequited love has long been depicted as noble, an unselfish and stoic willingness to accept suffering, though contemporary western culture may give greater weight to practical, goal-oriented and self-assertive behavior

It could be said that they undergo about the same amount of pain as does someone who is going through the breakup of a romantic relationship without ever having had the benefit of being in that relationship. On the other hand, some research suggests that the object of unrequited affection experiences a variety of negative emotions, including anxiety, frustration and guilt.

"Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love."

...When you went. I noticed.
...and something little of me...went anway too.

crease fire...
...now's our chance.

Life's not fair, is it?
You see, I … well, I shall never be king...
And you … shall never see the light of another day... Adieu.
I'm afraid I'm at the shallow end of the gene pool.

Listen as the crowd would sing: "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

It really isn't fair.
..And all this time, I've layed traps for myself...I want you.

Feel the pain of love...
Tears on love

I'm just passing by.

Oh...it's a big world out there. I'm sure...
And if I rather give up the world for you?

5 years ago when you got that phone, it was amazing, the best phone there was now... you want something like an iphone...much better

Yet I still very much love my phone.
It has emotional attachments.
And no. Maybe I don't use it often...

Actaully. I don't know what to say. I have nothing to counter.

I guess...I'll just.
One day I will...leave behind
No I can't. You don't know how long I've liked you

Just when I was about to give up on caring about anything...

Just about when I was to die...

I get stopped.
Because if they don't care...
...Someone has to.

I guess....That will be me?
Shoot...Tell me.

"I am everything —
Tonight I'll be your mother — I will
Do such things to ease your pain —
Free your mind and you won't feel ashamed."

~ "Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover"
Sophie B. Hawkins (born 1 November 1967)~

I thought you were supposed to be dying.
There are better things to do today. Dying can wait.

Speaking of dying.
It won't take long.
My little..."program" has been actatived.

...And the first day begins.
I really do try...
...I guess it won't take a day to get over someone aye?

Speaking of which. Don't you think it's cute when someone wears something you got them?
I wonder....does she still have that watch I got her?

...And I sat down today.
And created a little compostion for all my friends.
..A little tune for you all.

Tch. Trust when it comes to myself. It's a...rather...

There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands,
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

If you love her that much...Let her go.
Smile for her, and be happy;
That she's happy. Happy with someone else.

And as I smile for you.
ahhh....What a good little actor.

“Love is when you shed a tear and still want her, it's when she ignores you and you still love her, it's when she loves another man but you still smile and say I'm happy for you, when all you really do is cry.”

"What's wrong?"
I hear that everlackingly.

Yes. I smile.
And boy, that's a big lie.
Deep inside me. Slowly. Evergrowingly.
Dying.
Dying.

I feel. Rather cold. Freezeing actaully, inside of me.
Drip. Drip.
Drop.

This warm liquid, it flows out of my arm...to my wrist.
Pain? More like...relief.
Oh look. My final message...drawn and paint from my own ink.
Red...nice colour.
Hearts are red.
Roses are red.
Blood is red.

“You may not love me today, tomorrow, or ever, but I will love you until it kills me, and, even then, you'll be in my heart.”

See. I'm happy. All smiling.

“I try to talk to you, but I don't know what to say. I am afraid you don't want me to say anything. So I don't. But inside of me there are words waiting to come out.And tell you how I feel-like how I miss you. And how I love you despite my broken heart.And how I need you in my life. And especially how much I want you.But those words may forver stay in my heart-locked inside.Sometimes I wonder if there are words locked inside you too... but I'll never know.”

I’m going to smile and make you think I’m happy
I’m going to laugh, so you don’t see me cry
I’m going to let you go in style
... and even if it kills me- I’m still going to smile.

I find that nothing’s ever exactly like you expect...

There’s always something to surprise you.
"Between the idea and the reality, between the motion and the act--

Falls the shadow..."

...And it's over and done.
Wasn't too hard now?


Oh dear. Emotion tramua....starts....Now.

Oh dear.
With enough distractions...You'll forget about asking me...

And you will tell me about you.

...and as for telling her...That's laughable. No point really.

What’s my favourite colour?
What’s my dislikes?
What do I want to be when I’m older…?

…And etc.

These little things, you know not of me.
Tch. I’m surprised you still know I exist.

Nay…Not of importance you say?
It’s the little things that count.

"All my life I have said so many things, but...

I have never really said a single word!"

We are always debating one thing or another, but does what we say really mean anything? Mabye it would be better to say nothing and continue on our way...

Maybe, I should just hide. And not tell.