These are...whatevers.

Do not go where the path may lead.

Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.

It is difficult to say what is impossible.

For the dream of yesterday is the hope of today.

And the reality of tomorrow.

I pressed the "Help" button on every website I visited but I'm still not living the way I want to.

I'm afraid that if I look at something too long, it loses all it's meaning.

When there's nothing left to burn you have to set yourself on fire.

When I scream and bang on the walls, why won't you help me?

S.O.S doesn't seem to help anymore.

If I scream to the ocean, will it yell back?

The quiet scares me because it screams the truth.

I burned down the lies, because I'm tired of keeping the truth.

If I run away, will you help me?

My love is endless. But my heart stops here.

I'm the author of this story but the words say different.

Write me a story. Write me a note. Write me a letter. Write me a book. Then rip it up.

I'm a villain. A hero is not needed.

My heart is dead, but it still pumps. My life is ruined, but I'm still alive. Why?

I try to hold back the tears. They run anyway.

Story of my life.

I'm fine. Thanks for not asking.

-That hideous emo girl Blair.