The reason why we think the flowers on the precipice are beautiful, is because we are standing on the precipice as well. Do not fear, because we are like the flowers. We did not step off. Only when one could experience what it is like to be on other's position can one truly understand the beauty of another.

The desire to have someone to be emotional baggage carrier is not shown to be the main reason to 'love' someone...people think it's because they like boys who are 'smart, cute, intelligent, funny' but thats all bullshit...

The battles have been ceaseless, the end is of yet obscure. A shrouded silhouette in the void darkness of a moonless night. War is perpetually imminent. Yet never has it happened. Like the shards of great swords, you feel broken. Like the plates of great armor, you feel heavy. Like the hearts of great men, you feel lost. Abandon your troubles, your despair. For when these shadows conquer your minds and your bodies,Take look into yourself, into others around you,Then will you see,Never have the spirit and the kinship of men,Burned with more intensity,Burned with more passion,Burned with more glory.

Self-Pity is one element in human nature that no one needs to live with as it is unprogressive. Self-Guilt however is a totaly different thing. When you feel guilty, some chose to remain in their 'self-pity' state while others will try to amend their mistakes and move on with their life. In the end, it's no one's fault..... however, I do believe that we as a human being do hold the answer to change the fate of others.

Its kinda hard to show others that you care and at the same time, not wanting to get them involved with whatever pain you're experiencing so that they wont have to feel the same shitty way that you do.

I was tired... I don't know why this should have come back now, except that I remembered how good it had felt to do nothing then and sit there resting my puffed-up feet, not caring or worrying over anything else. I'd been tired, but it wasn't the same as the feeling this spring: not the tiredness of long waiting and doing things month after month with no change. Nor was there the weight of all these things - I wished I were ten years younger, or ten older! If I were younger, they would not exist, and older - I could learn to accept them. I wished there were someone I could tell all this to. If it had been told, it would not have weighed me down so much. But I could not tell anyone here and go on living with them, knowing they knew and were thinking about it, staring at me with this in their minds. They would have been kind, I know, but kindness is sour comfort.