Best 8 quotes of Jessica-lynn Barbour on MyQuotes

Friday night's alright for fighting Saturday, Sunday, Monday too Every night is a night of fighting With family and friends like you

I'm sick of the images trapped in my head I'm sick of being preoccupied with the dead

I remember all the things we said we'd do And how not a single thing we said was true

Starving artist: starving for affection, starving for attention

There is a voice in my head that is only silenced by the scratching of my pen

Traveling down a road of self-destruction With no room for any reconstruction

We dreamt of a crappy apartment somewhere Making love while we let the midnight air Flow through the open window, into our closed hearts Left bitter from heartbreak and too much time apart

Will I ever see the mountains or am I doomed to roam the flatlands?