tengo miedo de que no me veas, estoy acá.

Everybody is always so fucking 'fine' but we are not. Sometimes, we are hurt and bruised and nearly completely shattered and this, sir, is not what one calls fine.

she was finally strong enough to let him go, 

and do you know what the sad part is?

even after shes let him go she still sits up at night and stares at her phone

wondering if he misses her now that shes gone.

IT'S SO MUCH EASIER TO TELL YOU I LOVE YOU INSIDE MY HEAD.

If you could only read my thoughts...

The minute you think of giving up, think of the reason why you held on so long.

I hate when my anger turns into tears.

She's banged up, mentally and emotionally. 

Literally and metaphorically.

But every day she walks outside with a smile on her face because 

that's who she is.

It's the little things you do that make me fall in love with you.