After all what is happiness Love they tell me. But love doesnt bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary its a constant state of anxiety a battlefield its sleepless nights asking ourselves all the time if were doing the right thing. Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.

Anxiety is loves greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him but you know he will strangle you with his panic.

Has someone or something pushed your anxiety button Answer it with prayer

You must learn to tell worry from thought and thought from prayer. Sometimes a light will go from your life and a thought becomes a prayer til you are strong enough to stand under the weight of your own thought again.

I wish on one of the stars for divine orchestration and save the rest of them for all of the other girls in the world who will feel like I do tonight.

I kept waiting for the part where Id finally know who I was some flashing neon moment of relief but it never came.

If I had an .MP3 of your heartbeat I might actually get some sleep.

That last time you kissed me my heart slid past your teeth down into the center of your chest trapping us both in a stainless cage.

I met a boy whose eyes showed me that the past present and future were all the same thing.

I want to understand the strings that are tied between me and certain other people and if they really can stretch through infinite time and space without ever breaking. Are soul mates real and is my life ever going to make sense