That's what we do, that's what people do. They stay alive for eachother

I'm sorry for everything that happened this year, and I'm sorry for everything that didn't.

So let's lie in the grass and stare at the stars, live in the moment and try to figure out who we are.

I think everybody needs a place to go when things become too much, a place where the world is the way you want it to be, and if you had a choice, it's how you would've created it.

It's been said that goldfish only have a memory span of 3 seconds, but maybe goldfish are like people in a lot of ways. They only pretend they can't remember so that the past won't catch up to them, maybe they think it will help them seem strong to the rest of the world, acting like nothing can get to them. But they aren't just lying to everyone else, they're lying to themselves, too. Because you can only pretend for so long until you can't push away the memories anymore.

People figure I crossed the line. The truth is, there is no line. There is only your life, how you mess it up, and who's there to save you or who isn't.

The saddest thing is that people get so used to their image, they frow attatched to their masks. They love their chains, and they forget all about who they really are. And if you try and remind them, they hate you for it. They feel like you're trying to steal their most precious possession.

I'm a mess, and so is my room. I like it better that way. I laugh too much for my own good, and I always say the wrong thing at the wrong time. I'm loud, and I don't actually hate the people that say I do. I can't keep a steady relationship to save my life, because I'm not "girlfriend material." I tell people that "this is me, take it or leave it." Most people left it.

You may think you're all alone and there's no way that anyone could know what you're going through, but if you only hear one thing, just understand that we are all the same, searching for the truth.