unsaidxwishes quotes <3

i’m kind of scared of going back to school…
so much is going to be different. and i know it was my fault, but it still scares me… >.<

he makes me happy…

<33

sometimes sleepiness starts to eat at you.
and now i want to go to sleep but i’m not sure whether i can or should, but i’m just so tired…

-lessthanthree-

I know how numbing the pain of hating
yourself is. You know, it makes you just
want to push everybody away, especially
the people who care about you the most.
But you can’t. Not if you plan on ever being happy.

^i love it. so much <3

i really did trust them, seriously.

i’m off school ill today, which sucks because it means my boyfriend can’t come over tonight; but i guess it’s better than him catching whatever i’ve got right?

i’m not sure how or why, but i’m in a cheerful sort of mood today, it’s weird, nice weird, but weird all the same, i’m not used to this. ah well, no matter yeah?

Was talking to my friend the other day and she was saying about me and my boyfriend “I think this is it with you two, I don’t think you’re ever going to break up, you’re forever”
and even though i’m a bit of a commitophobe at times, this really made me smile that we gave off this impression.

man, i am stupidly in love with this guy. ♥

“What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns or watching violent videos afraid that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands, of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery, and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?”

Why doesn’t home feel like home anymore?
+ why do I feel better when I’m away from literally everyone, rather than with friends or family?

Why can’t I feel properly happy anymore, without some sort of negative thought coming into my mind?

And just why, do I have to make such a big desicion…
it could be good, or it could turn out disastorously.

f*ck

I never cared so much about making perfect sense. I wanted to make perfect nonsense. I wanted to tell jokes, but I didn’t give a fuck about the punch line.
^and that is what we should all live by.

idk, i just felt like quoting but i cba to put a proper post on xanga (http://www.xanga.com/unsaidxwishes)

For rarely do you know what you want. Even after you’ve done it you can’t say clearly if that was what you’d wanted or just something that happened to you, like weather.

“…And that’s the reason for most suicides. Someone is torturing you. You want to kill them, but you can’t. All that pain is because you love them, and you can’t kill them because you love them. So you kill yourself instead.”

Every faith in the world is based on fabrication. That is the definition of faith– acceptance of that which we imagine to be true, that which we cannot prove. Every religion describes God through metaphor, allegory, and exaggeration, from the early Egyptians through modern Sunday school. Metaphors are a way to help our mind process the unprocessible. The problems arise when we begin to believe literally in our own metaphors.
The Davinci Code

kthxbi.

things change so damn easily don’t they?

i wonder what’s goingto happen, i genuinely can’t tell.

idk what to do anymore, i hate arguing, i hate the fact more people know than i’d like.
i hate this.

leave me alone, perhaps it’s better if i just go away for a long while. i’d definitely prefer it.
i wanna go on holiday, it always helps me think.

‘I’m lost as can be, then you look at me.. and I’m not lost anymore.’