I Can Relate
Men and Women
That’s my problem; I think too much, I feel too deeply. What a dangerous combination.
The first person you think of in the morning, or last person you think of at night, is either the cause of your happiness or your pain.
It’s okay if I’m not your favorite chapter you have written, but I hope you sometimes smile when you flip back to the pages I was a part of.
We ignore each other and pretend the other person doesn’t exist, but deep down inside, we both know it wasn’t supposed to end like this.
My silence doesn’t mean that I quit. It simply means that I don’t want to argue with people who just don’t want to understand.
If you’re reading this I hope you find the strength to get through whatever it is that’s causing you so much internal conflict.
Sometimes, the only reason why you won’t let go of what’s making you sad is because it was the only thing that made you happy.
l love you, but I hate you. I miss you, but I’m better off without you. I want you out of my life, but I never want to let you go.
She comes off as strong, but maybe she fell asleep crying. She acts like nothing is wrong, but maybe she’s just really good at lying.
I think the only reason people hold onto memories so tight is because memories are the only things that don’t change when everybody else does.
It’s sad nobody ever knows how much someone is actually hurting. Someone right next to you could be completely broken and you wouldn’t even know.
It’s so weird thinking back to when you first met someone and that moment you had no idea they would have such a big impact on you.
I’ll never be the same person I used to be, that person is gone. It’s really sad because some days I really do miss who I used to be.
She hides all her problems behind a smile. Behind her smile is a world of pain and hurt. You think you know her, but you really have no idea.
I hate being the one who always cares about other people’s feelings, sometimes I just need someone who can also understand and care for me.
You know you're on the right track when you become uninterested in looking back.
Truth is, you're not okay, but you will be. You'll hold on, but you'll let go. It'll be difficult, but you'll do it. You're feeling weak, but be strong.
In order to rise from its own ashes, a Phoenix first must burn. - Octavia E. Butler
© 2016 ILikeToQuote. All rights reserved.