I don't know much about love, but I do know one thing if you wanna be a player then you're gonna end up getting played yourself and if you really care about a girl she'll start to care about you too. But if you end up trying to playing a girl who really cares about you. You'll go straight to hell. That's just the way it is.

If it’s possible for one person to be hurt by another, then is it also possible for that person to be healed by another?

I think this world may even just be a long, long dream I'm watching. You guys may just be illusions, and it can't be proven whether or not you really exist either. In other words, this world was created with me at the center. So what will happen if I die? I don't know. My imagination isn't very creative; I just can't imagine myself dying. In other words, there is no way this world can completely disappear. But if I die, then everyone will disappear. I am the only one in this world who won't disappear. The rest are just people I see as if in a dream.

I Am Giving Up On Happy Endings

I guess to some extent you get used to being alone. You get used to not expecting phone calls and having nothing to do at night. You don't expect to turn around to open arms any longer. The small sounds of her have been replaced by silence. Your thoughts echo through your head, with no one to share them with. All in all, being alone isn't terrible, it just hurts like hell.

When I'm sad at night, the only thing I can think to myself is...how can I seem so-- perfectly fine in the morning.
Why do I smile like nothing is wrong? And how does not one single person notice that I'm not okay?

I wonder where happiness is.
I wonder what happiness is

I wanna get lost from my life sometimes, sit on the side and watch the world go by,

I wanna get lost and I don't know why

Have you ever felt so alone and nothing makes sense?
Well that's how I feel right now...
I feel like I'm facing everything myself,
with nothing but tears and a fake smile...
I don't know if I'm getting better or just used to the pain.

Life doesn't hurt until you think about how much things have changed,
who you've lost along the way,
and how much of it was your fault.

When people get hurt, they learn to hate...

when people hurt others, they become hated and racked with guilt.

But knowing that pain allows people to be kind.

Pain allows people to grow...

Everyone goes around trying to find their soulmate, but no matter how hard they look, they can never find it.

So instead, they force two bodies together.

Everyone wants to use that short time they have together to open their hearts, even if it's just a one night dream bought with money...

We're all born with selfish desires so we can relate to those feelings in others.

But kindness is created individually by each person...

So it's easy to misunderstand when someone is trying to be kind to you...

That's right...

people's differences are something to celebrate.

You're so gullible!
Don't you have any standards?
So if I told you to spin around, you'd do it?
If they told you to jump off a cliff, would you do that, too?
Sorry... I can't stand people who have no individuality!

Why torment ourselves by saying, "Eventually, someday?"
How long have we been fighting with our thoughts clouded by that brand of sweet poison?

That's exactly the way it should be.
Doing only unexpected things.
Otherwise, I'll lose my reputation as a perverted outer-space human.

If there's really that many people in the world,
then there had to be someone who wasn't ordinary.
There had to be someone who was living an interesting life.
There just had to be.
Why wasn't I that person?

I think inside each of our hearts...we're trying with all our might to find it on our own...the reason we were born. Because really...there might not be anyone who was born with a reason. I think that everyone might have to find one on their own. A reason for being born... A reason that it's okay to be alive... A reason to exist. I think everyone might have to find it themselves...and decide for themselves. It could be your dreams...your job...or a person. ...The reason you're looking for...might be vague, unclear...and uncertain. And you might lose it. But as long as you're alive...you have to keep searching for that reason.

The reason that I'm no good...
Even though I can't do anything well, I will attempt it anyways.
Even though I decide not to try anymore, I regret it, and end up trying again.
After all, I can't do anything right, it's better if I just don't try at all.
I'm an idiot, aren't I...

It's not always easy to see the good in people.
In some people, you might even doubt that it's there at all.
But if you can somehow, find a way to believe...sometimes that's all it takes to help someone, to give them the strength to find the good in themselves.

Sometimes living can be hard, but it's only because we're alive that we can make each other laugh, cry...be happy!
If that's not the reason for being born in this world...I don't know what is!

It's better to trust people than to doubt them.

People aren't born with kind hearts. When we're born, all we have are desires for food and material things.

Selfish instincts, I guess. But kindness is something that grows inside of each person's body, but it's up to us to nurture that kindness in our hearts.

That's why kindness is different for every person.

Strangely enough, when you get older,
the things you didn't understand when you were a child...
start to make sense.
"When this happened, I should have done that."
"When that happened, I should have said this."
Those types of things.
You start to understand rather than regret.

It may be closer to repentance.
So it may be that I do want to repent and erase the ignorant self from my childhood.
Maybe that's what they mean when they say adults are selfish.

I was all dried up.
Yes, nothing could satisfy me anymore.
I was but a shell of a man.
An unspeakable emptiness grew deep within my heart.
I became frustrated, sad, hollow.
The gapping hole inside of me was growing larger everyday.
Slowly consuming me from the inside out.

Humans are creatures that dream.

Different from others,they want to be special.

They want to be adored by others,just like the heroes in comics and games, achieving great things with unique powers.

Of course, no one ever believes deep down it will happen.

Everyone knows there's no magic in this world.

I wish I could rewrite my past.. but I can't.
If I could, I'd do all I could if it would stop you from crying.
But.. that's impossible.
My past won't change.
That's why we need to make my past pale in comparison to our present.