NOBODY WAS THERE FOR ME
I am the type of person who is always there for everyone else because nobody was ever there for me..
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I am the type of person who is always there for everyone else because nobody was ever there for me..
I don't love studying. But there are worse things in the world than studying..
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy. If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?.
Wake up at a certain time. Do Ab and arm workouts. Eat. Put on nice clothes that I think you'll notice me in. Makeup. Hair. Brush teeth. Spray perfume. Rush to bus stop.
Once I lay my head down To sleep, All through the days Memories come through My head, Causing no sleep for me. I think of everything, besides sleep.
You are my inspiration, I can't get enough of your photos on Instagram. I might as well ham it, and confess I've been inspired to take photos like you.
A fake smile. As blatant as a crooked smirk on the face of a weathered man. His hands tell the story of days gone by. Rough, ragged and torn. Forever a slave to societys toll on reality.
It doesn't matter what was said. It doesn't matter what was done. It doesn't matter who was right. It doesn't matter who was wrong. That was the past. The past is long gone.
Boy: close your eyes Girl: they're closed Boy: what do you see. Girl: nothing Boy: that's my life without you <3.
Steve jobs knew he had potential. He excelled and as my old school motto says, "Neglect not the gift that is in thee". And he did not neglect his gift. Instead he used and worked at it.
Do not be happy when someone is born. Acknowledge what they become. Dumbledore.
One of the people who i looked up to. He was a great man, enthusiastic about his job and determined to stick with his beliefs.
Well it seems as if I've been played... I now know what it feels Like. It feels lonely and broken. But I couldn't help it, at the time I didn't think that you were all the same.
Tombstone shudder, Grave goes crack. Corpse rising, Blood stuck the shirt to his back. Foam leaking from the socket of his eye. Body drooped. But he doesn't crumble and die.
By Gemma Doyle "When his wife asked him to change clothes to meet the German Ambassador: 'If they want to see me, here I am.
Branded with beliefs, from the day which we are born. Individuality they preach, that from which we are torn. Follow us they say, Live as a higher force told.
Falling down. Further And Further. Until theres no elation left. Only hard ground. A solid block of reality disguised as paragraphs and words. Surrounded by tampered thoughts, a barrage of hurt.
"Crayola skies for 1,000 miles".
There's a club if you'd like to go You could meet somebody who really loves you. So you go and you stand on your own And you leave on your own And you go home and you cry And you want to die..
I drove a nail in the bottom of my walking boot. So I wail every time I hit the floor. I'm dragging and a-bleeding, I'm begging and a-pleading.
I scare people with the way I think. And that makes me bitter. I am falling apart again.
Girls need to start looking for guys with goals, ambitions and an education. Because 10 years from now "$wag" isn't going to pay the bills..
My emotions keep changing, back and forth back and forth. I hate it. I wish it could stop all at once. I wish I could let you go... But I don't know how. I hate how I get so attached easily.
If you could take back everything you ever regretted and do it all over again, would you do it. Or simply let things go, and don't believe in regrets?.