Miasma Musings

Everyone says love hurts, but this is not true…

I like people too much or not at all

I’m tired of fighting, I want to be fought for…

Heartbreak is an odd kind of pain…

I don’t think anyone could criticize me more severely than the way I viciously criticize myself

In the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take…

I wish everyone didn’t have such high expectation of me…

Always feel like far too much & yet never quite enough.

Be weird, be random, be who you are. You never know who would love the person you hide.

People who can see how beautiful your heart is will never leave you.