It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.
I am my heartβs undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.
I cut myself because you wouldn't let me cry. I cried because you wouldn't let me speak. I spoke because you wouldn't let me shine. I shone because I thought you loved me...
You're so easy to read but the book is boring me.
You know the games I play And the words I say When I want my own way You know the lies I tell When you've gone through hell And I say I can't stay You know how hard it can be To keep believing in me When everything and everyone Becomes my enemy and when There's nothing more you can do I'm gonna blame it on you It's not the way I want to be I only hope that in the end you will see It's the Opheliac in me
Women who focus on style over substance usually find themselves in a big fucking hole, with other men who want to fuck the hole. Oh so smooth, and none sophistacted. Because, you know, how sophisticated can hole-fucking really be
My reasons to live Were my reasons to die But at least they were mine Now I've freedom unbound Cut the laces of life
I am my heart's undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.
I've been completely fascinated with history because it tells everything about what's going to happen next because it's cyclical, everything repeats in general.
I'm bipolar, but I'm not crazy, and I never was. I'm stark raving sane.
