MatsyTheDoctor

I was told that I have no heart, but this is far from the truth. The reason that I know this is because of John Hamish Watson. I never believed that I had one either, but John made sure to challenge this. A man who I knew a lot about had broken through the walls. John Hamish Watson is my friend, I only have one of them. I fell from that building, knowing what my fate was, I fell to my death, but I knew that he was safe, My John.

This is all I ever do. I run when things get hard. I disappear and leave people behind. I tell myself that it's all temporary. All I ever do is run. I run from people I love. I run from people I care about. I keep running and running, I don't expect anyone to chase me. Hell, I wouldn't even chase me. If I stop, even for a moment, I'll have to remember. I'll have to remember what it's like to hurt again, and what it's like to feel something. So I just keep running and running. Escaping myself, maybe if I run fast enough. If I run faster, then maybe I can leave myself behind. I can pretend as though I don't exist anymore. I could kill myself

You're the salvage of the life time. You're the only mystery worth solving. To me, it's together or not at all. You're my Clara, you're funny, and brilliant! And me, well I'm your Doctor, aren't I? We'll travels the stars, you and I. Don't forget the Tardis key! Don't forget that Wednesdays is when we'll fly together. Don't forget me, your doctor, please. I'll never forget you, I promise.

The best woman out there who makes her smile shine and makes her heart glow. She has a beauty that surpasses all, and knows tales of the great unknown. Her heart has no shadows dwelling within, and her mirror matches with mine. She stands there next to me, and wears a very precious smile. I smile back at her, and I finally feel complete after all of this time. Thank you, dear one, for all that you've done for me.

I miss you, so damn much. We don't talk like we used to, but I understand that you're busy. I care about you deeply, and I want you to know that I did cry over you. I cried because I missed you dearly. I'm not used to this separation. I want you to know that when I get a job, I'll be think of you. I know you think of me too, and I'm happy you're doing something that you really do love. You're such a beautiful person, and crying over you is worth it. Maybe I'm acting like a little boy, but I do really care about you. When we're both free again, we'll have a date and we'll talk a lot too. Thank you for having faith in me.

I was so fucking alone and then you came along. You showed me what it feels to really be with someone. To know what the word, "Together." actually meant. To know what it means to be there for someone. To know what it means to like someone for them with all the parts that are not so perfect. You showed me that I can fight my inner demons, and I don't have to do it alone. Thank you for everything. You're too precious for words now. And you help me fight off the darkness within myself.

There are days where I feel like I can't go on, but I think of what you'd do. You'd smile, and tell me to keep going. You've seen worse times than I have, yet your smile is brighter than the sun. Your heart is full of more love than any galaxy has worth of its stars! Your laughter is such a beautiful sound. Your kindness is found deep within your soul. There you stand, stronger than before, and tell me to keep going. You always take my breath away and all you have to say is, "Hello." Your words are full of such wisdom that all I can do is stand looking at you amazed. Your a beautiful soul whether you believe my words or not. "I was

I hear a lot of words as the days go by, the words that hit me the hardest is: confusion, know who you are, follow the right path! But I'm the one who makes the final decision, and I'm learning about who I am. I'm learning day by day who I am, what my character looks like, and how I feel in my heart. I'm not going to apologize because I don't fit into a mold that someone designed for me. I'm not "confused" about who I am, who I like, and how I present myself. If liking someone that I like is wrong to someone, it doesn't seem wrong at all to me. I'm beginning to understand how to define my happiness, and learn that I have to live with con

When one has so much anger, they turn it inward, as well as outward. But first, you turn it inward, you have anger towards yourself whether it's your image, your weight, your hair, your lack of smiles, your idiocy, and your mistakes. And then, you bury it deep. As deep as it can go in that dark pit of hate. Deeper and deeper, that's how deep it goes! Unknown to all of us, even to you, reader! And then, your anger is outward, towards everyone you know whether it's a friend or enemy. Anger is all that you have left. Anger and hate, that's all. Disgust in yourself happens. And that's when you realize, you're just a bottomless pit of hate.