Tuesday, 20 March 2012
At least I expected the disappointment, right? I mean, I can't say I was surprised you hurt me once again. But I can't say it hurt any less, either.
Sweetheart, you can't bullshit me. See I've lied to myself enough to know when someone else is doing it. So let's try this again, and how about the truth this time?
Yes, I know what I've done and I regret it every day. If I could make things
right, you know I'd find a way.
I’ve learned a lot these past few years, through my fake smiles and unseen tears
that friends sometimes are not forever & true love does not always last. The good
memories stay with you but the good moments go by so fast. But someone will
always be there, someone that honestly does truly care.
For every wound, there is a scar. And every scar tells a story. A story that
says: I survived.
“You really love him, don’t you?” A simple psychological
question. Not a single name was mentioned. But suddenly, someone came into your
mind as you read it.
Get that ticket, get on that plane, go somewhere that no one knows your name.
You can't handle this place anymore, it's caused to much pain.
It sucks when you're ignored by the one person who's attention means the world to you.
Look me in the eye,
and tell me you have no feelings for me.
And I'll leave you alone for good.
I still remember how we started talking. You made me talk about things
I've never told anybody... and then you left.
One of the hardest parts of life is deciding whether to walk away or try harder.
Worst feelings: crying yourself to sleep, being ignored, discover the person you love loves someone else, someone falls out of love with you..
When I don't see you, I'm perfectly fine and I can move on. But the
second I see your face, I'm back to wishing you were mine again.
It's been the longest winter without you. I didn’t know where to turn to.
See somehow I cant forget you, after all that we've been through.
Long nights make me want to text you and find out where we went wrong.
Feelings don't die easily because we keep feeding them with memories.
That's exactly the reason why it's so hard to move on.
Sometimes pushing the send button is the hardest thing to do.
You don’t choose who you fall for. You just fall and you get this person who is all wrong, but yet so right. You know that you like them so much, except sometimes they drive you insane and no one can explain.
The worst feeling is when someone makes you feel special, then suddenly leaves you hanging, and you
have to act like you don't care at all.
What do I do now that you're gone. No back up plan, no second chance and no one else to blame. All I can hear in the silence that remains are the words I couldn't say.
No person has the right to condemn you on how you repair your heart, because no one knows how much you're hurting.
you don't realize how many things remind you of a person, until they become someone you no longer wish to remember.
you gradually get over the pain. it doesn't go away, not for a long time
but it becomes easier to live with. one morning you wake up and he's not the first thing on your mind.
Don't get mad because I said I don't give a fuck. Be mad because I once did and you were too blind to see.
Well, how did you expect it to be? You signed up for a car crash when you signed up with me. And you can't swim to safety on a sinking ship. So go home if you're ready to quit.
Admit it, sometimes it’s easier to say you don’t care, than to explain all the reasons why you do.
Speak in such a way that others love to listen to you. Listen in such a away that others love to speak to you.
Waking up in the middle of the night and the hallway is suddenly the most terrifying place in the world.
Sometimes shattered, never open; Nothing matters when you're broken.
Missing someone who doesn't miss you back in return is
probably one of the worst feelings anyone can feel.
Sometimes you gotta shut up, swallow your pride and accept that
you’re wrong. It’s not giving up. It’s called growing up.
There's a point in life where you get tired of chasing everyone, and
trying to fix things, but you've gotta do what's right for you.
I live in a place where majority of the people get high, the grades get low, and if someone
has a secret, everyone knows.
Well, your eyes are puffy. Which, from experience, screams textbook crying
eyes. You have your hair up, you're probably not planning on impressing any
boys today. I'd say you're nursing a hell of a broken heart. And not the school
girl crush kind. You're dealing with the real thing.