“Because I refuse to believe we become better by being hurt. Sometimes we just get hurt. And that's it. This mind that bloomed roses from arsenic looks pretty to you and everyone else who doesn't live in it. The roses are roses, but the arsenic is still arsenic. And when my mind comes and kills me every night... I don't care if you like my mind. I don't.” LoveArtPoetryHurt Book:At 23 Source: At 23
“I tell myself how I have worth I love myself, I do But even the greatest of me; Is a shadow of loving you” LoveHateHeartbreakMoving On And Letting Go Book:At 23 Source: At 23