Trying to describe my life and feelings to you is like trying to describe coulours to the blind, or music to the deaf. It's simply not possible.
How can something so wrong feel so right? - Tabitha Suzuma
How can something so wrong feel so right?
- Tabitha Suzuma
I might appear confident and chatty, but I spend most of my time laughing at jokes I don't find funny, saying things I don't really mean - because at… - Tabitha Suzuma
I might appear confident and chatty, but I spend most of my time laughing at jokes I don't find funny, saying things I don't really mean - because at…
I don't know when it started - this thing - bit it's growing, muffling me, suffocating me like poison ivy. I grew into it. It grew into me. We blurre… - Tabitha Suzuma
I don't know when it started - this thing - bit it's growing, muffling me, suffocating me like poison ivy. I grew into it. It grew into me. We blurre…
As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong. - Tabitha Suzuma
As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.
You've always been my best friend, my soul mate, and now I've fallen in love with you too. Why is that such a crime? - Tabitha Suzuma
You've always been my best friend, my soul mate, and now I've fallen in love with you too. Why is that such a crime?
At the age of five she has already come to terms with one of the life's harshest lessons: that the world isn't fair. - Tabitha Suzuma
At the age of five she has already come to terms with one of the life's harshest lessons: that the world isn't fair.
Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have. - Tabitha Suzuma
Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have.
It's always nice being wanted. Even if it's by the wrong person. - Tabitha Suzuma
It's always nice being wanted. Even if it's by the wrong person.
...and my loneliness, always my loneliness - that airless bubble of despair that is slowing stifling me. - Tabitha Suzuma
...and my loneliness, always my loneliness - that airless bubble of despair that is slowing stifling me.
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