Your Heart Can Break At Any Age.

You Know, Sarcasm Is The Lowest Form Of Wit.' 'and Yet It Is Still Extremely Funny.

I Can’t Even Think About What Life “could Have Been” Like In Boston, Without Crying. It’s Like Deja-vu, I Don’t Think Me And Boston Were Ever Meant To Be.

My Box Bedroom Can Only Fit A Bed And A Wardrobe But It Was My Whole World. My Only Personal Space To Think And Dream, To Cry And Laugh And Wait Until I Became Old Enough To Do All The Things I Wasn't Allowed To Do.

Close Your Eyes And Stare Into The Dark.

A Veil Hangs Between The Two Opposites, A Mere Slip Of A Thing That Is Transparent To Warn Us Or Comfort Us. You Hate Now But Look Through This Veil And See The Possibility Of Love; You're Sad Now But Look Through To The Other Side And See Happiness. Absolute Composure To A Complete Mess - It Happens So Quickly, All In The Blink Of An Eye.