“We talk, even if no one listens, because we never know when someone will.”

“We talk, even if no one listens, because we never know when someone will.”

“We talk, even if no one listens, because we never know when someone will.”

“Insanity is nothing more than ordinary.”

“So, what is my story? I don't know. It's long and twisted and not quite finished yet.”

“We're walking with our eyes on everyone else, ignoring the screams that come from the people buried alive underneath our feet. Yet we say we're here for each other and say we care. And we hypocritically wonder why everyone is walking passed our own screams as though we don't do the same.”

“And that's my problem. I love to be alone and hate being around people, but I love to be with people and hate being alone. I don't know what I like and I don't know what I want. Time is a difficult thing. It moves too slowly and speeds up when you finally wish it would slow down or stop. You get to the aftermath and all you have are your memories. Precious memories. The kind that make you smile and laugh like you're living it again, while a nostalgic tear falls. And then another. And then another, until you want to just forget it all to stop the painfully happy memories because at the end of the day, those - not the sad ones - are the memories that hurt us most.”

“An innocent mind is a rarity. Society corrupts us all, even if only a little.”

“There are some things in life that we try to ignore, thinking that maybe if we don't see the problem, it won't see us when in reality, it's only getting bigger.”