“So....stop....me.”
“Stop crying to the ocean, stop crying over me. Stop worrying over nothing, stop worrying over me. So it's been so long since you said, well I know what I want and what I want's right here with you.”
“I can’t stop thinking about doing this to you,” he whispers, so quietly I can barely hear him. “Tell me to stop now if you don’t want this. If you don’t want me.”
“When I was in school the teachers told me practice makes perfect; then they told me nobody’s perfect so I stopped practicing.”
“So unless you really care about me as a person, stop bothering me. I’m done pretending, you should be too.”
“Sometimes, I get so consumed by depression that it is hard to believe that the whole world doesn't stop and suffer with me.”