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Monday, September 8, 2008


One.
So this is how it is. The innocent suffer, the guilty go free, and truth and fiction are pretty much interchangeable. There is neither a Santa Claus, nor an Easter Bunny, and there are no angels watching over us. Things just happen for no reason, and nothing makes any sense.
-Veronica Mars


Two.
In some ways, you're pretty lucky. You opened your heart, you put yourself out there, you were ready to make that leap.
I'm envious; I wish I knew what that felt like.

Three.
it was about the days that we did nothing, and everything, but together. We were best of friends and we had witnessed each other through too much to not be there for each other

Four.
& the hardest thing is holding on; especially when you know he's already let go.

Five.
"At this stage in my life nothingness is a lot better than somethingness."
- Go Ask Alice

Six.
You're right there but it's like you never knew me
Do you even know how much it hurt,

Seven.
rock bottom is a beautiful start;

Rise up and show the world our scars.
Only we, know.