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 There are some things about myself I cant explain to anyone. There are some things I dont understand at all. I cant tell what I think about things or what Im after. I dont know what my strengths are or what Im supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared I can only think about myself. I become really self-centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people.

I wanted my own words. But the ones I use have been dragged through I dont know how many consciences.

You wouldnt worry so much about what others think of you if you realized how seldom they do

If you love someone, you believe she is the best person in the world. She doesnt see herself like that, and thats the only thing he wants to show her. Thats love. He wants her to love herself the same way he loves her

Fall if you will, but rise you must.

I could tell you its the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.

I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.