There's nothing to know; Don't you get it? You'll get to know me, then wonder why you bothered. I'm not anything you think I am. You're not going to break my defenses and find some sweet, soft center.

Sometimes I catch myself staring at the ceiling wondering if I'm the only one whose going through these feelings.

When does 'I'm fine' ever truly mean 'I'm fine'?

she's afraid. not of anything in particular. just in general. she comes off as this girl that will take any risk that comes in her direction. but she's not the kind of girl that will go looking for trouble. and she's the kind of girl who doesn't know yet that it's okay to take a chance. if everything falls apart, it wasn't meant to be. if they don't chase you, you weren't anything special to them. it's a hard thingto go through, but she's just now realizingthat she doesn't need them. that time goes on, and two years will pass in a blink of an eye. so she's not gonna wasteher time with fake friends, and lets be honest now, she wouldn't of kept touch with you after high school anyways. she's gonna enjoy her time and be the girl that did something only others wish they could.

here she goes again; she swallows her tears, puts her heart on her sleeve, and acts like the girl everyone wants her to be.

She's just a teenage girl, who's sick of it all. She's tired of girls believing stupid lies, and cheating boys. She can't stand how everybody's just looking for someone to hurt. and how nobody tells the truth anymore. She's just a teenage girl, who wants to go back to the old days.

I've always avoided fights. I make jokes instead. I tell people what they want to hear in order to avoid confrontation. I pretend to want things I don't want, and I pretend to not want things I do want. No one gets hurt. except me. the lines are so crossed and blurred at the point that I don't know what I want. I just know I want it to be easy.

ever have one of those days where you hate the world, and anything that happens, even dropping your pen, you wanna break down and cry?

I'll leave you with this. No pretty words and I won't beg you to stay. I'll stand my ground. go ahead and walk away.

when we finally do change, i don't think it happens like an earthquake or an explosion, where all of a sudden we're like this different person. i think it'ssmaller than that. the kind of thing most people wouldn't even notice unless they looked at us really close. which, thank god, they never do.

she thinks she's getting better, but really, she's just getting used to the pain.

I get so lonely in this crowd. I want to scream but make no sound. and yes, I'm lost. But maybe I'll be fine.