I can make an excuse. Damn, a 3 year old can make an excuse or I could just tell you I am a shit person.

When you look at them from a distance then suddenly your heart races, you feel sick, your legs shake and you feel warm inside. Then you say to yourself. "Why is she so perfect?", and that's when you know she is the one.

Remember, that the person that just broke your heart just freed you up to meet the love of your life.

I will never understand why the people with the biggest hearts are always the ones that feel like shit in the end.

I am sad, God I'm sad, but I am happy.

Life happens. Shit happens. And it happens a lot. To a lot of people.