It's 3am, I must be lonely

Women are sensitive. They over think every little thing and they care about way more than they should. But that's what makes their love so strong.

Cause I'm so mad I might tell you that it's over
But if you look a little closer
I said, "Leave," but all I really want is you
To stand outside my window throwing pebbles
Screaming, "I'm in love with you."
Wait there in the pouring rain, come back for more
And don't you leave cause I know
All I need is on the other side of the door
-The Other Side of the Door, Taylor Swift


I've been thinking about what you said to me a few nights ago. About how much stress I'm putting on you. And you're right. It's totally unfair for all of my happiness to depend on whether or not I talk to you all day or whether or not I spend the night in your arms. So if you notice I'm distant, it's because I'm trying to put less stress on you. I'm being happy with or without you again.
*mine*

Could we fix you if you broke?
And is your punchline just a joke?
-Speechless, Lady Gaga

I just want someone to talk with me so I can empty out what I've been holding inside.


I couldn't help it. I painted this amazing picture of us. I made up this crazy story of how we were going to be. It was like we met, but we were both kind of involved with other people. And we dated and both kinda ran back to the people we were with. And then when we were finally getting somewhere I moved away. It was this huge soap opera thing. We loved each other but couldn't be together. We were scared; we were hiding. And then, one day, we just couldn't help ourselves anymore. And we've been crazy together. Now, isn't that just the most romantic thing ever? But we both know what we are isn't romantic or one of those amazing love stories. Because those aren't real. And I can't believe I got wrapped up in it and so hopeful. Why do I do this to myself?

*mine*

If worrying were an effective weight loss program, women would be invisible.

It turns out you can't save people from themselves.

We all carry these things inside that no one else can see. They hold us down like anchors; they drown us out at sea.

Kiss me like you'll never see me again.