"You said you meant it.. too bad you always lie."

"You always complain that I never tell the truth, look at yourself in the mirror first, then I'll talk to you."

"It's hard to face your problem if your problem is your face."

She laughed at my dreams. But my dreams were of her laughter."

"What's the point of funerals if you're only gonna say good stuff about people you hate when it doesn't matter whether they hear it or not?"

"In our darkness we remember them, in our death they forget us."

"Hold your breath, cause you only make things worse."

"People are dumb enough to never realize what they have, unless of course they lose it, which is sorta weird, since they don't have it anymore therefore what's the point of knowing what these things mean to you? I mean most of the time you can never get it back.. Uhh... No We don't learn anything, I mean we do the same thing over and over again.. So what's the point of relationships?"- The ramblings of a drunk person.. namely me.

So.. Anyways.. I'm working on a fanfic I believe will last for IX-XII chapters... why the roman numerals? I dunno.. I guess it's just boredom really... Which is also the reason for those quotes up there..