I hate this consuming urge I have to break something.

If you cannot teach me to fly, teach me to sing.

Music is nothing separate from me. It is me... You'd have to remove the music surgically.

I want to stare into your eyes and never look away. I want you to hold me in your arms and tell me it's okay. I want to kiss with a passion that only we can share, and when it all falls down, I want you to be there. 

Never ever practice. Always perform.

I heard people talking about us, how we used to be. It hurts me to hear of something so beautiful talked about in past tense.

We fight mainly for one reason. 'Cause when you fight, you truly find out how much you're willing to take before you break. And when you break, you need to see if that other person truly cares enough to make everything okay again. 'Cause without fighting, liars of love could be walking all over the place.

Relationships don't always make sense. Especially from the outside.

He always did the leaving. But not this time. She kept walking, and did not look back.

One heartbreak. Two eyes crying. Three words never said again. Four hands that won't be held. Five mornings you'll pass in the halls. Six love notes, ripped and torn. Seven days a week you'll think of him. Eight sad songs a night before bed. Nine wishes that never came true. Ten years before he realizes you were the one.

People aren't meant to be together forever, regardless of what the songs say.

As long as there is a song in your heart, there will always be hopes and dreams.

Even though we were over and I found someone knew, I found myself praying every night for you.

So I'm driving around in circles, thinking about you.

What you need, what you deserve, is a guy who adores you for what you are. Who doesn't see you as a project, but a prize.

I don't believe in failure, because simply by saying you've failed, you've admitted you attempted. And anyone who attempts is not a failure. Those who truly fail in my eyes are the ones who never try at all.

I thought I was over you but I guess maybe I'm not.

He knew he made a mistake. You could see it on his face everytime she walked into the room. He wished he hadn't done that to her.

It's not necessarily the amount of time you spend at practice that counts; it's what you put into the practice. 

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing. Just prayed to a God I don't believe in.

I'm just sitting out here, watching airplanes take off and fly. Trying to figure out which one you might be on and why you don't love me anymore.

When you are not practicing, remember, someone somewhere is practicing, and when you meet him he will win.

Sometimes, paper is the only one who will listen.

She looked back on everything that happened and wished she'd did it differently.

Practice as if you are the worst, perform as if you are the best.

But the struggles make you stronger and the changes make you wise.

I just don't know what to do anymore. It's like we've fallen into this pattern of getting mad, running away, screaming, breaking down, and then promising we'll never do it again.

Like a word on a page that you’ve printed and read a million times, that suddenly looks strange or wrong, foreign. And you feel scared for a second, like you’ve lost something, even if you’re not sure what it is

  Doesn't it feel like you're the only reason I cry anymore? Isn't there something wrong with that? 

 I just wanted to say thank you for calling me every time I hung up and grabbing my arm every time I walked away.

Fireproof  doesn't mean the fire will never come. It means that when the fire comes you will be able to withstand it.

In the end, everybody ends up being exactly who they promised they'd never be.

Our days would be happier if we spent our time giving others a piece of our heart instead a piece of our mind.

Someone, somewhere just met the love of their life.

Same problems. Different day.

A boy cried to God, "Why did I lose her?" God said to him, "You didn't lose her. You let her go."

Yeah, its cute when two people who have a lot in common but I prefer to meet someone who will push my buttons and argue with me before we agree to disagree and then make-out.

The less you talk, the more it hurts.

I don't know how things are supposed to be but I know they're not supposed to be like this.

Yes, I'm drunk and you're beautiful. In the morning, I will be sober and you will still be beautiful.

I just want to be the one that matters the most.

I judge how much a man cares for a woman by how much space he gives her under a shared umbrella.

I love him for not only who he is but who I am around him. I love the part of me that he brings out.

You've got a killer smile and its murdering me.

I'm glad I saved all of your messages. I knew you'd be done with me sometime.

He may be wrong in your opinion but he's my boyfriend and he makes me smile. He is the one I want and I am perfectly capable of making my own decisions.

Can you honestly say that you're proud of your life?

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.

 They say its the little things that matter the most but you're a big part of my life and you matter most.

"I wish you were her." You left off the E.

Everyone has their weak spot. The one thing that, despite your best efforts, will always bring you to your knees, regardless of how strong you are otherwise.

I want a guy who would move the hair away from my eyes and then kiss me. Hold my hand in line at the mall and make all the girls jealous. Someone who would sing to me at random moments. Who would let me sleep on their chest. A boy who would get mad at someone if they called me ugly or was mean to me. I want someone who would call me 3 times a day if he went away. Someone who would let me gossip to him and would just smile and agree with everything I said. He would throw stuffed animals at me when I acted dumb and then kiss me a million times. Someone who makes fun of me just to make me laugh. He would take me to the park and put his hand around my waist and give me bear hugs all the time. But mostly I want someone who would be my best friend and would never break my heart. 

(I found him! Hehe.)

I guess this is what you call growing up.

Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you.

When you're young, everything feels like the end of the world but it's not. It's barely the beginning.

This wasn't supposed to hurt.

I am coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith, and that a soft landing is never guaranteed. 

I don't know what I've been waiting for but every moment I'm with you, I think I have an idea.

Call me selfish but you're mine and I don't want to share.

Sometimes, we just have to be happy with what people can offer us. Even if it's not what we want, at least it's something.

Every time she talks to him, she falls just a bit harder.

It would be so nice for things to make sense for a change.

There's all kinds of songs about babies and love that goes right but for some reason nobody wants to play them tonight.

If we lose ourselves, who knows what we'll find.

I know exactly how it feels to figure out the right thing to say too late.

I really thought we could do this but I guess I'm wrong. I guess we're just two kids in high school that won't get married and live happily ever after.

It's not that I can't live with out. It's just that I never want to try.

If every word I said could make you laugh, I'd talk forever.

Wouldn't life be better if sweat pants were sexy, junk food was good for you, Monday mornings were fun, three hours of sleep was enough and love never hurt?

Fake a smile. You'll look pretty and you won't have to explain what's wrong.

Because when I think of love, I think of you.

I just might be the most cliche girl you meet, but that's okay with me. I like old-fashioned things, like how I believe a guy should ask a girl out, and how everything really does happen for a reason. And I live my life by these rules, and so far, I've been doing alright.

His name goes through her like a knife.

Where were you when everything was falling apart?

There's a place down town where the freaks all come around. There's a hole in the wall. It's a dirty free for all. There's a place I know, if you're looking for a show, where the go hardcore, where there's glitter on the floor.

I didn't realize how much I loved him until I saw him standing there, being something other than mine.

That would look nice but you're beautiful how you are.

I really thought we could do this but I guess I'm wrong. I guess we're just two kids in high school that won't get married and live happily ever after.

You're not just a star to me. You're the whole freakin' sky.

 You are the definition of the absolute best.

When you look at me, it's like you're trying to tell me not to give up hope. Well, you know what? It's not that easy. Maybe you should give me a reason to keep hope.

One day, we'll look back on this, laugh nervously, and change the subject quickly.

You're much too young to believe it won't be okay. 

Hello there, good friends. Sorry it took so long. I've been busy day-dreaming about summer. Hehe. Well, I hope you guys like it. 

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Love, Jessica  Princhescaaaa.