The cycle is never broken.
I know I'm dying inside.
No one's okay here.
On and on the story goes, never having a beginning or an end.
I'll rot you down to your core, and I'll leave nothing left.
If you've felt so much pain, do you eventually become adapted to the feeling?
I can't find strength.
Believe yourself to be extraordinary, and you will be.
I let you shatter me again.
It hurts to be reminded of the happiness I used to associate you with.
... The last thing I see is a smile.
Someone I love is in pain.
I've revolved around to the beginning.
... Throwing my soul into my writing doesn't hardly help anymore.
I'm alone again as I tremble above the busy world.
It's hard to the see the bad in you when first I saw the good.
People aren't strong enough to change.
I notice things about her features.
It's easy to get lost in a story when it's one you wish you had yourself.
I remember you.
You don't feel connected to anything or anyone around you. You haven't in a very long time.
That's all it takes to understand...
Her only problem was that she couldn't write her future.
Why do we judge physical attraction?
... It's drowning me.
I never live up to standards.
Dream a dream that inspires the mind...
Pretending is the easiest way to escape.
I'm not well.
