Otherwise I'll fall apart. I'm going to fall apart. I am falling apart.
Being together we harm nobody; being apart we extinguish ourselves.
At the end of the day it's about how much you can bear how much you can endure. Being together we harm nobody; being apart we extinguish ourselves.
I mean at the end of the day what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?
And this is something I must accept - even if like acid on metal it is slowly corroding me inside.
At the age of five she has already come to terms with one of the life's harshest lessons: that the world isn't fair.
How-how can we make it against the whole world?
The sight of such aching beauty would infuse his soul with pain.
Anyway what does mad mean exactly?" Rami added quickly "Aren't we all a little mad? Don't we have to be somehat mad just to go on living to go on hoping?
It's always nice being wanted. Even if it's by the wrong person.
You've always been my best friend my soul mate and now I've fallen in love with you too. Why is that such a crime?
Trying to describe my life and feelings to you is like trying to describe coulours to the blind or music to the deaf. It's simply not possible.
The words fire from my mouth like bullets ricocheting off the walls before I can even register what I'm saying.
...and my loneliness always my loneliness - that airless bubble of despair that is slowing stifling me.
I am overcome by a feeling of complete detachment. I am a mere object to these people. I am barely human any more.
Lochie. The boy I once loved. The boy I still love. The boy I will continue to love even when my part in this world is over too.
There are no laws no boundaries on feelings.We can love each other as much and as deeply as we want.No one Maya no one can ever take that away from us.
If I keep breathing then I have to keep living and if I keep living then I have to keep hurting and I can't - not like this.
But I don't want to be fine not if it means she's going to let go of my hand; not if it means we're going to go back to being polite strangers.
If I move if I speak if I so much as blink I'm going to lose this battle.
This is the definition of happiness: a whole day stretching out ahead of me beautiful in its emptiness and simplicity.
Before there was anything there was Lochan.
Nothing can relieve the pain. Not crying laughing screaming begging. Nothing can change the past.
I've never seen anyone sleep with their head hanging off the back of a wooden chair before - was the couch not comfortable enough for you?
What else could he possibly have done? What choices did he ever have?
She can't just be a face a body; there has to be more than that some kind of connection. And I can't connect don't want to connect with anyone.
Get through today â?? you can fall apart tomorrow. Get through tomorrow you can fall apart the day after . . .
At what point do you give up - decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.
He will think Lochan wasn't loved but he was more deeply than most people are in a lifetime.
He is my soul mate my fresh air the reason I look forward to getting up every morning.
Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet he is one of the tiny few I can never have.
And I know how he feelsâ??it's so good it hurts.
How can something so wrong feel so right?
I am sure that music was never meant to sound this harsh this painful.
And I know how he feels?it's so good it hurts. I think I'm going to die from happiness. I think I'm going to die from pain. Time has stopped; time is racing.
You cannot undo the past; you can only learn to live with it find some way of making peace with it and move on.
As the light begins to intensify so does my misery and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.