You’re shining like fireworks in my sad empty town.
If you’re sad, add more lipstick and attack.
When you do something beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps.
I just want you to be happy, even if that “Happy” doesn’t include me anymore.
Sacrificing your happiness for the happiness of the one you love, is by far, the truest type of love.
All I want is love and acceptance but I’m getting loneliness and rejection.
Untold love hurts more than the rejected love.
Being angry, resentful, or saddened by rejection can suck the sweetness out of acceptance.
To love & win is the best thing. To love & lose, the next best.
No, I don’t miss you. I miss the old me, who was happy without you.
Nothing hurts more than a heart left wondering why???
I love busy days. They keep my minds off from you.
Survived every day by thinking of you and then I died doing just the same.
I left because you never asked me to stay. Still missing you.
Even if we can’t be together in the end, I’m still glad you were a part of my life.
I miss you!!! I know you are busy these days but I still remember, you were once busy only with me.
Now I realized that sleeping is better than waiting for your reply.
I think the worst feeling in the world is knowing that someone you used to talk to everyday doesn’t care about you anymore.
The times we were happy together are worth the times I cry alone.
I love talking to you but I’ll never beg you to talk to me.
You don’t know the pain until you gotta force your heart to stop loving somebody. Still missing you.
It hurts not having you close, but it hurts even more not having you at all.
I’m better off accepting that I still miss you, than lie to myself and pretend otherwise.
I’m not mad at you for using me, I’m mad at myself for never thinking you would.
Why I am thinking of you when I know you’re not thinking of me???
I will never be good enough for you. I got that.
I feel like I’m waiting for something that isn’t going to happen.
You’re not mine to think about but I still do.
Sadness is…wanting to talk to someone, but thinking you annoy them.
Thinking of you is a poison I drink often.
Hearts are made to be broken.
What a sad business, being funny!
The saddest thing I can imagine is to get used to luxury.
I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying.
To truly laugh, you must be able to take your pain, and play with it!