Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to mourn the unmailed letters and the lonely Decembers. the children ask, "does it ever go away?" they`re asking about heartache and you know better than to lie so you answer truthfully and you say "no, it doesn`t. it doesn`t go away." one day you`re jumping in puddles and the next thing you know 30 years have passed and you`re telling your kids to walk around them. everyone is taught to look both ways before crossing the street and to talk quietly in the library, but no one ever learns anything that matters, like how to keep breathing when your heart breaks in half.



Reel me in, once i've gotten away. Just like you always do. Have me make you feel what ever you feel, again. All the while... Tearing me apart. [me]



She hides herself with music.
She never shows her feelings;
always keeping things bottled up inside.
When she exposed it all.
When she told me how I've made her
feel; I haven't looked at her the same again.
I'm mad for depending on you and wasting my time on you. I'm mad for thinking about you, and most
of all for not hating you when I should have.[me]



When you are c/u/t the deepest, and on the very verge of d.e.a.t.h. Smile and say, "Everything's okay." [me]



If I could have only one wish, I would wish for you to be happy....
happiness is hidden in places unrecognized. and places you have already looked... all you have
to do is look harder.[me]







You had me.
You had me, and you left.
It has nothing to do with me.
It's about you, and it's always about you.
What you want and what you need.
You know... it seems like that you only want me
When you can't have me.
You like the chase and that's all.
So you know what?
You can have it.
I'm gone.



The two hardest things to say in life:
Hello for the first time
And goodbye for the last.



I'm mad at myself, not you. I'm mad for
a.l.w.a.y.s being nice. I'm mad for always apologizing
for things I didn't do. I'm mad for getting a\t/t\a/c\h/e\d/.

It's days like these that I think of you,
I can still picture your perfect smile.
The dull ache in my heart hasn't gone a_w_a_y,
and I still can remember how it felt when we touched.




It was only then that I felt whole.

People don't keep journals for themselves.
They keep them for other people,
like a secret they don't want to
tell, but they want e.v.e.r.y.o.n.e to know




How can it be that two of the greatest friends in the world
Can go from being each other's everything
To falling apart and becoming absolutely nothing?


I'm standing in front of you,
Looking you in the eyes,
and for the first time in my life,
I'm not afraid to let you go.[i think]...I hope.


[pics not by me]