Waiting for someone who will never come back

Love isn't a state of perfect caring. It is an active noun like struggle. To love someone is to strive to accept that person exactly the way he or she is, right here and now.

To err is human; to forgive, divine.

What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?

I hope you're proud of yourself for the times you've said "yes," when all it meant was extra work for you and was seemingly helpful only to someone else.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

Why can't it be me? Why can it never be me? Is it so wrong to wish for a miracle?

I want to close my eyes and drift off into a world where we are perfect. But... I guess that's why they call it a dream. Because we'll never be perfect...

The only thing worst than not knowing, is knowing

I will never stop loving my mother and father, even if I am abused and treated like I am nothing, but there is always a time to end your own life. 
I love you all?? 
Goodbye forever.