You never really fall out of love with your first love, you just find somebody else who can cover up the feelings…But every once in awhile you still wonder what could have been…and a tear runs down your face…

Everyone has a different fight, a different wound that keeps them bleeding.

Its hard to wait around for something that you know might never happen...but its harder to let go… when its the only thing you want

There's nothing scarier than getting what you want because that’s when you have something to lose

Love leaves a memory no one can steal, but it can also leaves a heartache that no one can heal.

You know, I don’t think I’ll ever be happy. Wherever I am, I’ll wish I were somewhere else. Whatever I have, I’ll want something different.

Every now and then you wake up to a day that effects your whole life…the day in your life when you know you'll never be the same again…the day that changes the way you think about everything and everyone.

I just want to feel safe in my own skin…I just want to be happy again. I just want to feel deep in my own world. But I’m so lonely I don’t even want to be with myself anymore

I would like to stay a secret, like walking in the dark, if no one knows you, no one cares, and no one breaks your heart.

If only promises could erase the past, I could open my heart enough to take you back. But we’ve been down this road, time and time again. And I’ve learned the hard way, how the story always ends.

Some times it is the most deserving people who cannot help but love those who destroy them.

How can you mean nothing to someone who means everything to you?

It's one thing to make the same mistake twice. It’s another thing to make it all your life

The hardest thing to understand is that the one person who was never supposed to hurt you...will.

It's hard to watch people change right in front of you, but the worst part is remembering who they used to be.

The hardest thing I'll ever do is walk away still loving you.

Everything you wanted me to hide is everything that makes me feel alive.

I can't get mad at you for hurting me over and over again, because over and over again...I let you.

Never judge a book by its cover, and never judge a person by their scars.

Sometimes, that one person you want more than anything is the person you are better off without.
Now it seems I’m fading, all my dreams are not worth saving. I’ve done my share of waiting and I’ve still got nowhere else to go.

I'm twisted because one side of me is telling me that I need to move on...while on the other side I want to break down and cry…

You don’t know what love is till you lose it.
You don’t know what you’ve got till it slips away.
Leaves you alone in the dark and takes you and tears you apart.
You don’t know what love is till it breaks your heart.

You hug him goodbye like its nothing when all you want to do is hold on forever...but you let go, smile, and walk way...then cry all the way home because you know it will never be the same because try as you might, you can't make someone love you. Sometimes you have to let them be free… and letting go, that is when love hurts the most of all.

I wanted to tell him that I would never be sorry for loving him. That in a way I still do- that maybe I always will. I'll never regret one single thing we did together because what we had was special. Maybe if we were ten years older it would have worked out differently. Maybe, I think, it's just that I'm not ready for forever.

Sometimes you love someone so much you become numb to it, because if you didn't become numb, such strong emotion would kill you…

That night we talked, About life and about our times together. Maybe we weren't the same two kids we had once been. But some things never change. Some things last. And even though I didn't know what was going to happen to us, or where we were going. I just knew I couldn't let him out of my life.

It hurts so much to love you the way I do, and then look at you and realize how much you don't care.

Feel so far away from everything but I still feel comfort in being alone. That way I can lock my emotions away and no one will see the pain behind my smile. The loneliness begins to eat away at me until I can’t take it anymore… Yet I still wont let you in. You'll never see the real me. Because if this happens, I’ll have nothing left to shelter me, no illusion to shade the truth..

You can try to hide your feelings but they won't disappear… and if they don’t go away there's a reason why they're there…

Sometimes no matter how long or how hard you have loved someone they will never love you back, and sometimes . . . you have to be ok with that.

Falling for someone the first time is easy, it's the second time around, after you have fallen and trusted someone to catch you, and they didn't...when it becomes difficult to let yourself fall again.

Just when you thought you lost everything you find out you can lose a little more

The easiest way to not get hurt is to not care... but that's the hardest thing to do.

Sometimes you don't want to know the truth, you may think you do but once you know you'd give just about anything to go back to being ignorant.

Every scar you have tells a story. The time you fell of your bike, the time that you scraped your arm while climbing that tree, or the time he broke your heart.

Want my advice? Stay mad as long as you can because once you stop it hurts like hell.

It’s easy to convince yourself that you aren’t in love with someone...until you see him in the hallway or smell someone wearing his cologne and then you’re like, here we go again. So my conclusion is this: you don’t ever stop loving someone. It’s more a matter of learning to deal with the pain of not having them anymore.

A break up is like a broken mirror... it's better to leave it broken than hurt yourself trying to fix it back together.

Anyone can be taken, at any time in our lives, but we always wait until they're gone to say the things we never had the courage to before.

So many things have changed. And I’m stuck in forever. And forever doesn't exist. So maybe I don't either. Maybe one day I will wake up and realize all of this was just a really bad dream.

"Which of my feelings are real? Which of the me's is me? The wild, impulsive, chaotic, energetic, and crazy one? Or the shy, withdrawn, desperatre, suicidal, doomed, and tired one? Probably a bit of both, but hopefully not too much of either."

"If being sane is thinking there's something wrong with being different... I'd rather be completely fucking mental."

Sometimes it seems like we're all living in some kind of prison, and the crime is how much we all hate ourselves.

You know what I want? I want to be someone's reason for waking up, someone's reason for going through another day. Just once, I want to be the one being wished for, I want a guy to say to himself, "I'm so lucky to have her" To put it simply, I want to be someone's everything.

It's like you get this picture in your head of the way things should be, and you end up closing yourself off to some of the wonder and serendipity of the actual experience.

Missing you isn’t the hard part; it knowing that I once had you that breaks my heart…

My biggest fear is that I will become too comfortable with the idea of being lonely for the rest of my life

You will never know true pain until you look into the eyes of someone you love and they look away.

There is always going to be that awkward moment when you walk by that person and remember all that you once had.

Even the sun sets in paradise - Payphone by Maroon 5

So I should be revising, but I have to say this.

I was looking through pictures of my sister on Facebook (don't ask why, as it's a long and weird story, and makes me look a little freaky :P), and I was thinking how pretty she is, and how much she's grown up in recent years. Once upon a time, she had longer hair then mine was (now it's reversed) and it was so beautiful and wavy. I have massive envy right now. And then I came across some old photos of her when she used to play football, and there were these comments from her team mates making fun of her bum, and her facial expressions. It's just cruel, and pathetic when you're an adult. Especially on Facebook. The worst thing for me was that I found comments on these photos from a work colleague of mine. He doesn't know my sister, but he must know someone on that team, and he was joining in with these comments. What makes it even worse is that I had a thing for this guy from work! Now I realise he's even more of an idiot. Which, he technically is, I think he's very hands on and good at building things, like a lot of my work colleagues are, but his intellect is lacking. I know not everyone can be intelligent (I don't consider myself that smart) but there was no need for his comments towards my sister.

My sister in my eyes is very successful. She is currently unemployed but she is currently doing training to work during the Olympics. She's a member of the Army Cadets. She is in the process of joining the Army. She's working on her fitness (she's a little overweight). She has her own car, which was brand new, and she bought with her own money. She also has a boyfriend. She has a nicer set of teeth than I do as well ;), for which I am very jealous!

In terms of life, she's far more successful than I am. It's likely I'm going to be in education for another year, so that's another year where I won't be working. My car is far from brand new, and I may even be selling it. I'm hardly in tip-top physical condition myself. I'm also very much single, and have been for 3 years on July 2nd. You can tell that fills my heart with joy.

She's gorgeous in my eyes. Probably naturally prettier than I am. The difference is, I know how to dress myself in styles that flatter me, because I am interested in those kind of things. I'm interested in having well maintained hair, skin, eyebrows etc. It just doesn't interest her.

The way I talk, people probably think she's my younger sister, but she's not. She's 2 years older than me, but I'm fiercely protective of her. I used to be embarrassed by her, but that's because I just didn't understand her. I'm a lot older and mature now, and I appreciate her. She's special, like my late Grandmother used to say. I thought I was unique, but she's on an entirely different scale than me. But it's a good thing. She deserves to be loved, and appreciated and treated with respect. If I've felt like a mis-fit in my life, then I can't imagine how she's felt.

She doesn't fit in. She doesn't fit the mould. She doesn't have loads of friends. But she has me, and she always will. I love my sister, I really do.

Well, I wish it had killed this Kat....