He talks to you about all of his stalkers or the people who hit on him throughout the day.
You light up the room every damn time, but at what cost?
You are the reason I smile in my sleep.
I will not be the one to win the lottery, and I am no better than these poor homeless people who I see on the streets every morning on my way to work.
I heard the evilest laughter coming from the Santa behind me.
Above all else, I hope you know how thankful I truly am for your betrayal.
I’m sorry you’re hurting. I’m sorry if Life knocked you on your ass or broke your heart with a sledgehammer in the form of another human being. Just remember, you might not be as much of a victim as you would like to believe.
Haunt Zak Bagans.
If there is one thing that I have learned, it is that grief makes us think, say, and do incredibly harmful things, both to ourselves and other people.
“I know I can’t save you guys,” you said, with a heavy heart, “But damn it, I can try.”