Brush with death, it brings out the white.

Irony is when you finally feel like I did and tell me "you just don't understand".
Irony is when the heart breaker becomes the heartbroken.
Irony is when someone calls you selfish after you've spent another sleepless night worrying about them.


Realisation, being able to see things for what they truly are and laugh. 
I know I cant change who I am, but being in these positions is making me stronger; maybe one day I'll stand up for myself.