You grow up so fast in high school. It's not something you wait for, it just kinda happens. One day you'll look back and be proud of who you've become, while at the same time, miss who you were.

There's a part in everyday, where i lie to myself and say that it's okay, cause if I don't I think I'll go insane. But the truth is, I only have myself to blame.

I smile because when I cry, it doesn't help. Whe I cry all it does is make people ask me if I'm okay. I would love nothing more to punch those people in the face. I'm sitting here, crying, but yes I'm perfectly happy. I mean, come on. give me a break. Obviously, i'm not fine.

He staered up at the stars; and it seemed to him then that they were dancers, stately and graceful, performing a dance almost infinite in it's complexity. He imagined he could see the very faces of the stars; pale, they were, and smiling gently, as if they had spent so much time above the world, watching the scrambling and the joy and the pain of the people below them, that they could not help being amused every time another little human believed itself the center of its world, as each of us does

I hate having to pretend that I don't care, truth is, this is the worst I've ever felt and nobody even knows it. I've been in this act for so long I can't escape. I'm playing the joker in my own nightmare.