damaged

we are all a little damaged. some of us hide it better than others, and others just have in different ways than most.

but on some level we are all torn up. we take it out on others and beat through life carrying it all and we will end up damaging someone else. and most of the time we won't even notice or bother to care, because we are busy with our little disaster, that we call life.

listen to many, speak to a few

you are defined by the way in which you treat the people you love. and, the people you hate.

the ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.

how do you know when how much is too much? too much too soon. too much information. too much love. too much to ask, and when is it all just too much to bear?

what was that?

Be not angry that you cannot make others as you wish them to be, since you cannot make yourself as you wish to be.

i can't believe what you said to me.

would you give it all up?

could you give it all up?

if i promise boy to you

that i'll never talk again

and i'll never love again

you've left me speechless, so speechless.

heeellow~