Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.

Every time things are going okay I still find myself looking over my shoulder, waiting for something to crash right into me, because it always has before.

She started to isolate herself, because it hurts less than being pushed away.

Don't tell people your problems. 80% don't care, and the other 20% are glad you have them.

And she sat there for hours, thinking and recollecting on how things used to be. and she laughed and she cried. and she couldn't help but think of what she wouldn't do to get them back to that way once again, when her life actually had a purpose.

I wish that some people in my life would just cut the bullshit and be totally honest about something for once.

she's been holding too much in for way too long, and sometimes you can hear her voice quiver, or if you look closely, you can see her eyes begin to glaze over, or if you pay the utmost attention, you can almost feel the tension that's always floating around her. she's been holding way too much in for way to long, and one of these days, she's just going to explode.