quotes
"fuck you. fuck you for making me feel like i meant something to you. fuck you for making me feel like i was worth your while. fuck you for being my best friend. fuck you for making me fall in love with you. and fuck you for doing this to me gradually, making me hold on desperately to every last bit of hope i have, hoping that maybe you won’t break my heart completely."
"love is giving some the power to destroy you but trusting them not to."
"all of my friends, they're not my friends.
knife in the back, felt it again.
used to fit in, now i don't belong.
what did i do? was it so wrong?"
"i swear on my life that if i could take this knife out of my back, i would, but between the loss of blood and the trust i had in you, i don’t think it’d do any good."
"sometimes your closest friends end up hurting you more than your worst enemies ever could."
"betrayal is an ugly thing, but it lets you know who your friends really are."
"friends? yeah, i have lots of friends. those conniving, blood sucking wenches who knife me between the shoulder blades repeatedly? yeah, I've got tons of them."
"everyone, everywhere is forming an opinion about you. even the ones you thought would stick by you are judging you."
"each betrayal begins with trust."
"the best friend carries the sharpest knife."
look up at the first one.
i wish i could go up to them and say that, without the fear of knowing that the second i walk away they would be laughing in my face...
i trust too easy, and get broken too often.
i feel like im being tossed around mercilessly in an open ocean.
i just want them to stop;
i just want them to look me in the eye again.
alas, it will never be.
my biggest wish? for them to come up to me and talk to me about whats happening.
i want that more than i want to stop cutting.
i want that more than anything i've ever wanted.
too bad it will never happen.
yet another wasted shooting star.
"love is giving some the power to destroy you but trusting them not to."
"all of my friends, they're not my friends.
knife in the back, felt it again.
used to fit in, now i don't belong.
what did i do? was it so wrong?"
"i swear on my life that if i could take this knife out of my back, i would, but between the loss of blood and the trust i had in you, i don’t think it’d do any good."
"sometimes your closest friends end up hurting you more than your worst enemies ever could."
"betrayal is an ugly thing, but it lets you know who your friends really are."
"friends? yeah, i have lots of friends. those conniving, blood sucking wenches who knife me between the shoulder blades repeatedly? yeah, I've got tons of them."
"everyone, everywhere is forming an opinion about you. even the ones you thought would stick by you are judging you."
"each betrayal begins with trust."
"the best friend carries the sharpest knife."
look up at the first one.
i wish i could go up to them and say that, without the fear of knowing that the second i walk away they would be laughing in my face...
i trust too easy, and get broken too often.
i feel like im being tossed around mercilessly in an open ocean.
i just want them to stop;
i just want them to look me in the eye again.
alas, it will never be.
my biggest wish? for them to come up to me and talk to me about whats happening.
i want that more than i want to stop cutting.
i want that more than anything i've ever wanted.
too bad it will never happen.
yet another wasted shooting star.