Sometimes there are not the right words for my thoughts. Speech feels like it's not a natural way to communicate. This is when typing the words makes my thoughts come out easier.

I'm okay with who I am.You might not understand me. That's okay as I don't understand you.We can still be friends, we just have to accept our differences.

I am now a faded image of my former being, I let that persona go.I like myself for who I am and I choose to be, me.

I don't knowwhat I'm feeling. Existing like I'm on auto pilot.I've put my Armour on now. Limiting everything gettingin but also not letting anything out.

I can't speak anymore, I open my mouth but nothing comes out. So many things to say. I wonder if you really want to hear it anyway?Instead, I leave my heavy mind exploding with unfinished thoughts.

Everyday feels the same and yet I crave sameness.Part of me wants to run away and be free.I feel trapped in my life I've created to protect myself.

She had not been herself for weeks, yet no one noticed. She knew this feeling, it creeps up like sliding slowly into the darkness. Some days she clung on, other days she let herself slip further.

I find some things difficult to grasp. I need to be shown or taught a few different ways sometimes before I figure it out

Please don't obsess on the number of friends i have or don't have. I'll find my own way, it will be right for me.

I guess you were not my friend then, that's okay. I can see my true self, I can see yours, now. I guess that you did not look hard enough at mine. Or you would never have let me go.

She felt lost and misunderstood. She felt like she was drowning. Overwhelmed. Unaccepted. Alone.

Trust in Him with everything I have even if I have nothing, and right now, that's about all I've got.

Fortunately, we are not in control.

You know those adages about smelling the roses and chasing butterflies? The markets are my butterflies and my roses.

Many in the American military have learned the fundamental dilemma of modern warfare: More money and better weapons don't mean that you win.

Why I wake up in the morning is that I'm still alive, and I want to figure out whatever I can before it's over.

God made thee perfect, not immutable.

What really shocks me, what I can honestly sit back and ponder for hours in a lot of cases is just, 'Why would you film yourself doing that? Who put you up to that? What are you getting out of that?

Learn how to learn, then learn what to learn

No-limit hold'em- Hours of boredom followed by moments of sheer terror.

As a solo artist, I just felt cemented in front of the mike stand. There was very little time to play with the audience and be a band member