May 15, 2011

^ I have that wallet. (:

“I’m scared of everything. I’m scared of what I saw. I’m scared of what I did, of who I am. And most of all… I’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life, the way I feel when I’m with you.”

-Dirty Dancing

There is no easy way, no matter what I do, somebody gets hurt.

Sometimes i wish that i had never met you, so i could go to sleep at night not knowing there was someone like you out there.

“Summer romances begin for all kinds of reasons, but when all is said and done, they have one thing in common. They’re shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, fleeting glimpse of eternity, and in a flash they’re gone.”

-The Notebook

“I know I have a heart because I feel it breaking.”

-The Wizard of Oz

Some people can’t believe in themselves until someone else believes in them first.

“And all the while I feel like I’m standing in the middle of a crowded room, screaming at the top of my lungs, and no one even looks up.”

-The Titanic

“You can’t change what people are…without destroying who they were.”

-The Butterfly Effect

We walk away from our dreams afraid we may fail, or worse yet, afraid we may succeed.

As we grow older, it becomes difficult to just believe. It’s not that we don’t want to, but too much has happened that we just can’t.

I meant to say, “Please stay.” That’s all I could think in my head. But I could feel my lips open and I could hear myself say “Alright. Go then.”

I’m not sure about much and I always struggle to explain the way I feel. I don’t open to anyone and I keep my heart locked away. But somehow you made it leap out of my chest. Somehow you get me to tell you my deepest, darkest secrets. And somehow I might have fallen in love with you.

 

But he would never run away from me, even though he had a million reasons to.

So many people are trying to find the right person, instead of being the right person.

 

I can’t say that I’m mad at you, because I’m not. I can’t say that I hate you, because I don’t and I can’t say that I’m done or that I’ll never talk to you again, because I know that I’m not and I know that I will. But I can say that I hope and that I pray, that if you really care about me at all, like you claim that you do, that you will stop setting me up, that you will stop saying things that you know you don’t mean, and that from now on, whenever you know deep down that something is going to hurt me, please don’t, just don’t do it.

 

Funny how we can feel so much but cannot say a word. We are screaming inside but can’t be heard.

 

Promise me. That’s all I want. Just a promise that you’ll never forget me. Tell me I changed you somehow, let me know that I had an impact on your life, promise me that you’ll always remember me. Losing you was hard enough, but I don’t want to go on knowing I meant absolutely nothing to you.

 

Sometimes we don’t ever move on…it’s kind of like if someone was to dig a huge hole in the street, the first few times you would forget it’s there and fall into it and get injured. But, as time goes on you remember that it’s there and you start reminding yourself to walk around it.

 

I don’t know what to say anymore. My mind runs blank every time I open up the page where I used to spill my heart. I used to have so much to say, now I can barely write a sentence. It’s you. You have the effect on me. You walked into my life, and I can’t find a place for you just yet. I’m lost for words, yet my heart is screaming with the things I want to say to you.

 

You’re a teenager. You are far from perfect, yet beautiful. You’re going to fuck up. You’re going to change. You’re going to lose friends. You’re going to gain friends. You’re going to keep friends. You’re going to learn who your true friends are. You’re gonna feel heartbroken. You’re gonna feel dead. Then there are the times you feel so alive. You are absolutely beautiful through all of this. And even though being a teenager is seriously the biggest thing we all have to overcome, we can make it through these years with a smile. Just promise me you’ll try. Because you’re beautiful. And believe it or not, you are worth something. You’re worth the fucking world.

 

I might miss the way you made me feel. But when I say that, I’m forced to think of all the times I spent crying, all the times you yelled at me, shoved me, knocked my confidence. Then suddenly, I don’t miss you too much anymore.

 

The difference between me and her? I can make him smile with my clothes on.

 

I could write novels about pain. Not the kind of pain you get when you break your arm, but the kind that makes your broken heart go into your throat, so that it takes all of your energy and concentration to breathe. The kind of pain that makes you want to scream & sob at the same time. The kind of pain that makes you want to hurt everyone around you because you’re suffering & they’re not, because they can breathe without feeling guilty & hold a normal conversation without breaking down into fits of tears or rage. A pain that bites it’s tongue and nods acceptingly when asked if okay.

 

Life is full of fake people. Before you decide to judge them, make sure you’re not one of them.

Commitment makes me uneasy. I hate the idea that I’m going to be stuck doing the exact same thing every day for the rest of my life. So I just kind of run from the long term in hopes that my life won’t become some monotonous rut. Sure, maybe I’ll miss out on something completely amazing, but at least this way I’ll never get bored.

 

Jealousy is tacky. Instead, admire others beauty and let it inspire you because tearing them down will only show others just how ugly you really are.

 

Haters don’t hate you. They hate themselves because you’re a reflection of what they want to be.

With every guy I’ve liked, I find myself going back to you. I don’t know how, and I don’t know why. But somehow I do. I might not always want to, but you’re irresistible to me.

 

I’ve tried to hate you, blame you for all of this, but no matter what I do, in the end I know that I’ve brought all this hurt upon myself. And it hurts me more knowing that along the way, I’ve hurt you, too.

 

Yesterday you were better off than you are today but it took today for you to realize it. But today has arrived and it’s too late. You see? People are never happy with what they have. They want what they had, or what others have.

May 13, 2011

How can I be so scared of falling in love but at the same time, so terrified that I never will? I just can’t bring myself to make the same mistakes I’ve made before, regardless of what there is to gain. My heart is fighting so hard to just be let free, to do as it may please. But so long ago I gave in to my heart and I ended up losing more than I had to give.

When he said he didn’t love me anymore, I understood. I knew I was a hard person to love and so I accepted it; I put my heart back into it’s box, tied a little bow around it and put it away.

I guess I thought that this would never end
& suddenly it’s like we’re women & men.
Will the past be a shadow that will follow us round?
Will these memories fade when I leave this town?

Some people come into your life and start as friends,
but turn into family. Those kind of people save you
at your worst times, so remember that when they’re
at theirs. You don’t get many people like that
in your life. So when they finally come along, hold on. hold on tight.

I think it’s time I let you go. And that’s so hard to do because some part of me will be in love with you for the rest of my life. But the day dreaming, the running in place, it’s not healthy. So this is me, cutting the cord. This is me doing what I should have done months ago: saying goodbye.

I want to have you. I want to have 100% of you. I don’t want 95 or 75 or even 50% of you. I have to have it all. I don’t want to share you. I don’t want to even think about ever sharing you. If we’re going to keep dating then I need to have you all. You can’t just give me a little bit and think I’ll be satisfied forever. I know that sounds selfish but that’s the way it has to be, and if you can’t handle that then maybe we should end this right here, right now.

You wrapped your arms around me, pressing your body against mine. And in that moment of perfection, I knew we were meant to be. I never wanted you to let go of me.

I know you’re upset about him. It’s okay, be upset, cry, scream into your pillow till you think you’ve lost your voice. But looking back on this stupid boy who broke your heart in the future, you’ll laugh at him, Laugh because he thought he was doing the right thing at the right time. Turns out he wasn’t because he lost something amazing.  And you’ll thank him. Thank him for making you stronger, and to say to hell with him, I’m great. But most importantly you’ll appreciate what he did, because without him leaving you wouldn’t have found the amazing boy you’re with now.

I’m ready to let go, move on, be happy, but there’s always this little shred of ‘well maybe he’ll want me tomorrow.’ You know what I mean.

If we could take a lesson from “You never know what you got, until it’s gone”, maybe we’d learn to appreciate what we have more often. You can’t always get the perfect moment, all you can do is make the best out of the circumstances. Because there will never be the perfect guy, but there will be the guy you learned to love; his flaws and everything else in between.

Sometimes you have to give up on people. Everyone that is in your journey is meant to be in your journey, but not everyone is meant to stay there.

No matter how powerful and real your feelings may be for someone, if that person cannot fully and honestly return them and therefore actively love you back, these feelings mean nothing. being lonely, being alone, for many people, sucks. I get it, I get it, I get it. But still I have to say that yes, my belief is that being with somebody who makes you feel shitty or doesn’t honor the person you are is worse. Life is hard enough as it is without choosing someone difficult to share it with. You deserve to be with someone who is nice to you all the time.

I really want to get in his head, and know if it’s really over.. because to me, it’s not. and i know if he came back right now i’d drop everything, that’s so sad to say.. i probably still would, even a year from now, and that’s even sadder.. probably would until i found something remotely close to what i had with him.

Even if you think the flame has died, there’s at least one lyric that’ll hit that last hot spot, and then you’ll find yourself as fucked as you were the day you lied and said you never wanted to see him again. –John Mayer

It’s amazing the things you realize when you lose someone. You get mad at yourself for not saying the things you could have said a million times. You take for granted the days you spent doing nothing when you could have been with them. Anyone can be taken, at any point in our lives, but we always wait until they’re gone to say the things we never had the courage to say.

You know those nights where you just stay up all night? Doing whatever it takes to not fall asleep on someone, because you just want to keep talking to them. Even if it gets really late, you don’t mind one bit. Because you think to yourself, it’s all worth it.

It doesn’t happen over night but you turn around and a month goes by and you realized you haven’t cried. I’m not giving you an hour or a second, or another minute longer. I’m busy getting stronger.

“There is something between us, but it’s not real. It’s the past. It’s a moment in time where we both were once. A moment that meant a lot to us then, a time we’ve both often wished we could revisit, but I think maybe that’s only because our lives now aren’t going the way we want them to, not because we still have feelings for each other.”

– Another Mother’s Life by Rowan Coleman

We do not remember days, we remember moments.

She wanted something else, something different, something
more. Passion and romance, perhaps. Or maybe a quiet, heart
felt conversation into the wee hours of the night or perhaps,
something as simple as not being second.

You may not know it yet, maybe you’ll never even think about it, but I’m special. You’re going to meet a lot of girls throughout your life, and a lot of them will be special to you. But I’m telling you right now, you’ll never find another me.

Overthinking ruins you. Ruins the situation, turns things around, makes you worry, and just makes things worse than they actually are.

What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.

Just once I want someone to look at me and right away think I’m beautiful. Not after they get to know me, or after they see inside my soul, just me. I want to walk into a room and light it up.

we cannot live unaffected by love. we are most alive when we find it, most devastated when we lose it, most empty when we give up on it, most inhumane when we betray it, and most passionate when we pursue it. the human story seems more driven by the insanity of love than the survival of the fittest.

I’m hoping for the day you meet a girl who treats people like you do. I hope you fall for her, and I hope she makes you think she fell for you too. And while you’re planning your life together, I hope she gets up and walks right out your front door. I hope you never see her again, and I hope that breaks your fucking heart.

Sometimes, I feel like I don’t belong where I am and that I have the wrong people in my life. I get this feeling, like I’m an outsider even when I’m being included or that I’m always around people who don’t know me at all. Then I see you smile at me and I don’t mind being invisible to the rest of the world, I realize I’ll always feel alone without you around.

I never knew the loving of a man, but it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand.

May 11, 2011

May 11, 2011

Seems like the only person that doesn’t believe you are beautiful,
is the face starting back at you in the mirror.

 

Being a woman is a terribly difficult task,
since it consists principally in dealing with men

 

There will always be those awkward moments when you
walk by a person & remember everything you had.

 

It’s not the goodbye that hurts,
It’s knowing I’ll never get another hello.

 

I don’t make mistakes, I just date them

 

Girls want a lot of things from one guy,
while guys want one thing from a lot of girls

 

It’s never too late to be who you might have been.

 

Nothing’s forever. Forever’s a lie. All we have is what’s between hello and goodbye.

 

Take chances. Tell the truth. Date someone totally wrong for you.
Say no. Spend all your cash! Fall in love. Get to know someone random.
Be random. Say I love you. Sing out loud. Laugh at a stupid joke. Cry.
Get revenge. Apologize. Tell someone how much they mean to you. Tell the
asshole what you feel. Let someone know what they’re missing. Laugh
until your stomach hurts. Live life.

 

Leaving someone behind means you only want the best for him, even if
it means swallowing the sad reality that the best just isn’t you.

 

The reason why I don’t talk to you anymore is because I keep telling myself that
if you wanted to speak to me, you would.

 

I swear, everyone is constantly asking me if i still like him; as if it’s the strangest thing in the world to continue to like someone. and the sad thing is that i couldn’t even begin to explain how it’s so much more than just like that i have for him.

 

Not matter what, you’re going to mess up sometimes, it’s a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you’re going to mess it up. Girls will be your friends – they’ll act like it anyway. But just remember, some come, some go. The ones that stay with you through everything – they’re your true best friends. Don’t let go of them. Also remember, sisters make the best friends in the world. As for lovers, well, they’ll come and go too. And babe, I hate to say it, most of them – actually pretty much all of them are going to break your heart, but you can’t give up because if you give up, you’ll never find your soul mate. You’ll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once, doesn’t mean you’re gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don’t, then who will, sweetie? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life’s a beautiful thing and there’s so much to smile about.”

I get the best feeling when you say hi to me, because i know, even if it’s for just a second, that i’ve crossed your mind.

 

we fall for boys who give us pretty words and false hope.

 

there are two kinds of secrets, ones we hide
from others, and ones we hide from ourselves

 

I never regretted telling you I liked you. The only regret I have is never hearing what you really thought of me.

 

Heaven won’t take me and hell’s afraid I’ll take over.

 

i am nowhere near perfect. i eat when I’m bored, fall for boys easily. im vulnerable to believing lies, i’m hoping one day i won’t need a fake smile. i live by quotes that explain exactly what I’m going through. i makeup excuses for everything, i have best friends and enemies. i have drama and memories, and that’s life. live it, love it, learn it.

May 10, 2011

I guess I’m a fool for falling for you, but with eyes like that what was I supposed to do?

I’m so good at forgetting and I quit every game I play. But forgive me, love, I can’t turn and walk away.

She wakes up scared of getting old but she don’t feel no shame. She knows so many pretty boys and they are all the same. They said “oh hey there girl tell me what do you do”. She said “uhm nothing but I’m damn sure it’s more than you”.

We are far too lovely to be so lonely.

I could wait here forever; i just need somebody to tell me that what I’m waiting for will actually come one day.

It’s a two player game, but only one will win.

But it’s strange when you’ve always been told something is true, like the moon will come back. You need proof. & while you wait you feel the entire balance of your world just tipping. It’s crazy. But when it’s over, & it doescome back, that’s the best, because it’s all you want, everything narrows to just that. It’s like this great rush, like for that one second everything’s okaywith the world again. It’s amazing.

So I stopped watching, I stopped caring. I lost all interest, and I stopped wearing these plastic smiles. I’ll wash my hands clean. I’ll forget that you forgot about me. And I’ll live the life, the big city feeling, cause it’s better than suburban dreaming. Living off the friends that hate you, who talk shit on me. Like I don’t know who my real friends are anymore. No, I don’t know you anymore.

There it goes again. That heavy feeling in your chest when you don’t feel any desire to speak or move. All you want to do is close your eyes and sleep, because the process of being broken is incredibly exhausting. You attempt your best to make your days fulfilling, but no matter how hard you try you can’t seem to connect to anyone or anything.

Just because you see someone smile, doesn’t mean that it’s the same story inside. Fake smile’s sometimes seem so realistic, they are used to cover up problems when it feels like there’s no point in telling anyone what’s going on because you feel hopeless. Whenever someone fake smiles, what they truly want to do is burst out in tears, but they are keeping it in and holding it together so no one else finds out the pain that they are going through.

After you, I feel so damn vulnerable. I feel fragile like a wilted flower. Just one touch and I’d break. I swore I’ll never break but then you came along and changed everything, you changed me.

No one can hurt me anymore. In fact, no one can even come close because I just don’t care anymore. About anything. I wake up & don’t care what I wear. I don’t care what I do on the weekends. I just go through the motions. So I sure as hell don’t care what you do with your life anymore.

I was scared. I was scared that I might fall in love with you, or that I already had.

I’m just so tired of it all. I’m tired of pretending I don’t hate everyone else for being happy. I’m tired of feeling like everything is starting to slip out of my hands and I can’t stop it.

You’re new to me.

And I’m still trying to figure out just what it is you’re all about.

I can’t tell if you’re a lover or a leaver.

Maybe that’s just because you’re a deciever?

May 4, 2011

 How did it feel to trade my trust for a touch and your soul for a quick fuck?

Who will save your soul after all the lies that you told, boy?

 I dont know what it is about you. Maybe its the way nothing else matters when we’re talking, or how you make me smile more than anyone else has. It could be the way you say the right thing at exactly the right time. But whatever it is, I just want you to know that it means everything to me.

I used to constantly look for people to replace you. Someone to talk to everyday, someone to trust, someone to believe in, someone to love, someone to have the time of my life with…I stopped though. I realized that some people just can’t be replaced.

I was always so good at forgetting…and then you came along.

You’re not afraid of the dark, you’re afraid of what’s in it. You’re not afraid of heights, you’re afraid of the pain of falling. You’re not afraid of people around you, you’re afraid of rejection. You’re not afraid to love, you’re just afraid of not being loved back, and you’re not afraid to try again, you’re just afraid of getting hurt for the same reason.

It seems when you want someone, they don’t
want you. And when someone wants you, you
don’t want them. And when you both want each
other, something has to come around and mess
it up.

The ‘perfect’ time never arrives. You’re always too young or old or busy or broke or something else. If you constantly fret about timing things perfectly, they’ll never happen.

so plug your ears and make excuses;
block out who you see in the mirror.
but the truth is, you can’t escape yourself.

because the truth is, it doesn’t
really matter who i used to be.
it’s all about who i’ve become.

As we grow older, it becomes difficult to just believe. It’s not that we don’t want to, but too much has happened and we can’t.

 sometimes we need to stop analyzing the past,
stop planning the future, stop figuring out precisely how we feel,
stop deciding exactly what we want, and just see what happens.

Letting go isn’t a one time thing; it’s something you do everyday, over and over again.

And even after every bad thing he did, every stupid lie he told me, and even after every girl he’s kissed, I know he did love me in his own messed up way. Because you can’t keep coming back to the same girl time after time if those feelings aren’t there.

I wish I could understand how you don’t care, how you could get to know someone as well as you know me, think they’re beautiful, tell them everything, get along with them fine and still never love them.

She was the girl that spoke her mind, never played games, and
acted confident when she could barely stand looking in the mirror.
She didn’t gloat of her achievements or tell of them, even though
she had many. She lived in mistakes, in past regrets, and she’s just
beginning to realize that sometimes, you can’t change things.
That you can’t go back in the past and sometimes, you just have
to move on because life’s too short to dwell on the
unchangeable.

sometimes there is no next time, no time outs,
no second chances. sometimes it’s now or never.

My body said “yes”, but my brain said “no”, and then my heart asked:  “where did all your courage go?”

Inside the heart of each and every one of us there is a longing to be understood by someone who really cares. When a person is understood, he or she can put up with almost anything in the world.

The most ironic thing of all is, I think this will be the most difficult breakup ever, and we never even went out.

The silence isn’t so bad till I look at my hands and feel sad cause the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly.

May 2, 2011

There are times when I think about all the things I did that put us in this position, but as I sit here and reminisce about the past, I’ve come to realize that nothing is my fault. I’ve bent over backwards to make you happy and instead of appreciating the things I do, you always reminded me that it was never good enough. I can’t sit here and blame myself about something that I haven’t even done. I guess what I’m trying to say is, it’s time for me to understand that it’s never been me, it was you. It’s always been you.

I felt something catch in my throat, a sudden surge of sadness that caught me unaware. It almost managed to take my breath away. That was the thing; you never got used to it. You never got used to the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it’s okay, and you think you’ve accepted it, someone points it out to you, and it hits you all over again, and it’s just as shocking as the first time.

The sad thing is we’re never happy with what we’ve got. We’re silly, selfish and naive always believing that things could be so much better when really, this is the best it’ll get. It’s no wonder why love never lasts. It’s because we’re always taking it up that notch and expecting something magnificent. Perfect. Well let me tell you something – there’s no such thing as perfection.

I think it happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you’ve known forever don’t see things the way you do. And so you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on

Sometimes I feel like it’s what I was put on this Earth to do, and one lifetime will never be enough.

There are things we easily forget. People we think are easily replaceable. Relationships we throw away because we think it’s not worth our time and effort. Then there are those that we can’t let go at all, no matter how bad the memories were. We hang on to them because when all is said and done, when people finally left and relationships weaken, memories are all we would ever have.

I have so many things I want to tell you, but I need to keep reminding myself that it’s not the same anymore. That it’s not right for me to want you to be here for me 24/7 like last time. That I cannot keep burdening you with all my problems even though you’re still as nice to listen to my rants and comfort me. That basically we are not who we were back then. We’re not even “we” now. It’s just you and I. And I need to learn how to let you go, to live your own life and stop thinking of you.

When you do finally get what you want, the problem is there’s always someone that’s trying to take it away. And all that wanting makes us blind to the fact that things aren’t exactly what we think they are. Maybe it’s better sometimes to just get what you need.

I said I’d wait for you, but you never thought I did.

Nothing was perfect, but everything was real.

The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.

We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren’t going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you’re feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can’t.

She’s not like that now. She knows better. She knows now that people lie and promises can be broken as quick as they are made. She understands that she might never be loved and too quickly, good things fly in front of your eyes before you can reach out and grab them. She knows that you can’t change or help time, so every now and then, it’ll just run out. There isn’t a place for everyone in the world, so if you’re standing alone for a while, that’s why. Not everything in life comes easy, but when you work the hardest, that’s when it’s your best. You can’t always expect people to care and even when your best friends stab you in the front, don’t think for a minute they didn’t already aim for your back. They missed for a reason. She has found out too soon, that in the end, you are your own best friend. Everyone will be broken at some point in their life, and more often then not. It’s going to hurt like hell, but you can’t stop it. You can’t change your own fate. Some things are meant to be and all the pain you go through will end up resulting in something huge. You don’t know what it is and when it happens, it’ll hit you like a ton of bricks. At some point, when you have experienced everything you can, the words “life” and “risk” won’t mean anything to you anymore. But don’t try and change that. Stuff like that is meant to happen. Over time, certain things no longer have an affect on you, and that happens cause that’s the way it’s supposed to be. But you’ll learn all that later in life when little things like a sunrise or a spring rain start to matter.

i‘m captivated by you baby;
like a  f i r e w o r k  s h o w

Funny how a photograph can take you
back in time to places and embraces
that you thought you left behind

 I Wonder What
goes through your mind when you hear my name.

I just want to pretend it never happened.

In this weird twisted way, I know you miss me liking you, not because I want to believe it’s true, but because you’ll never find a girl that can put up with you like I did; you’ll never find a girl who will care as much as I did, because no one will waste all there love on someone like you, like I did.

what’s on my mind? i’m fuckin tired. i’m tired of caring for people who don’t give a shit about me. i’m tired of waiting for texts that won’t come, and thinking things will be different yet they never change. i’m tired of giving out chances, only to be let down. i’m tired of putting fourth 100% of effort and only getting 25% in return. i’m tired of broken promises, and of let downs, especially by the people who matter the most to me. i’m tired of making someone a priority, when in reality i’m just an option. i’m tired of shitty friends who are never there for me. i’m tired of assholes who only manipulate a situation from their own perspective, never even thinking about what someone else is going through. i’m tired of the same old bullshit over and over again.

May 1, 2011

And though it may hurt to have your heart broken in two, that didn’t stop me from falling for you.

You know what hurts most? The seconds in the morning where you’ve just woken up, and for those mere precious seconds, you’ve forgotten the reasons you’re unhappy; the reasons you’re so broken. And then it hits you again, like a stab to the heart, and you remember all the reasons you didn’t want to wake up.

Yeah, that hurts.

we are the people our parents warned us about

i didnt leave because our relationship was bad, i left because it just wasnt that good anymore. Everything just became so god damn comfortable. Like when one side of your earphones breaks, you can still hear the music, but you just cant seem to get lost in it anymore.

There are milli0ns of girls just like me, don’t fool yourself into thinking that we were meant to be.

Everybody knew you were better off without me, I just had to see for myself.

One day I’ll wake up and the sun will be shining, the birds will be chirping, and life will be everything I ever dreamed it would be.

Hopefully.

I was pretty sure that it was going to happen. In fact, I had no doubt that it was going to happen. But it still tore me apart when it finally did happen.

Thomas Edison’s last words were: “It’s very beautiful over there.” I don’t know where there is, but I believe it’s somewhere, and I hope its beautiful.

I wonder if people look at me and think, “I wish I was that pretty,” because that’s what I think when I look at everyone else.

Its so weird, you know?  how we always inevitably find ourselves wanting to run back to the ones we used to love, for some reason thinking it would work out differently the second time around.

I’ve got this habit of believing everything you say, so just tell me that I’ll be okay.