Finding someone you can really connect with is like winning the lottery — It happens basically never, but if it does, you really shouldn’t blow it.
I don’t owe people anything, and I don’t have to talk to them any more than I feel I need to.
— Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story (via wordsnquotes)
It wasn’t real. I deluded myself. I had this aching need to be loved and it was screwing with my head. Sometimes, when you crave certain feelings, you’ll trick yourself into thinking the other person is something other than what he appears.
How can a person be filled with life and then be empty? Where does it all go?
You have so many layers, that you can peel away a few, and everyone’s so shocked or impressed that you’re baring your soul, while to you it’s nothing, because you know you’ve twenty more layers to go.
In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.
When I look at my life and its secret colors, I feel like bursting into tears… I think of the lips I’ve kissed, and of the wretched child I was, and of the madness of life and of the ambition that sometimes carries me away. I’m all those things at once. Extreme in misery, excessive in happiness…
It takes one time for someone to screw me over, for me to never look at them the same. For them to scar me for life. I try to forgive because I know I am not flawless, but I can’t seem to be able to… the good things they once did will forever be tainted by the one bad thing they did. I burn my bridges over and over and over and each time I grow colder and colder and more indifferent. I am good at being alone, I am great at it, but it is not what I want. But good people do the worst things and that’s the scariest thing to realize about the world you live in.