I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone.
I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.
It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.
I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.
But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely.
The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad.
“Girls are like apples…the best ones are at the top of the trees. The boys don’t want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples that are on the ground that aren’t as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think there is something wrong with them, when, in reality, they are amazing. They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who’s brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree…”—Pete Wentz
“I’ve always wanted to break down and feel hopeless in front of someone simply for sympathy, but I still have the strength to stop myself to stop the tears that rush down my cheeks every night and every single time they have the chance of being alone. No one will ever see me cry. Even though I’m falling apart on the inside at an accelerated pace I refuse to let my self be vulnerable. I’m not strong I never have been but I sure can pretend”—Kingsrow