I find myself wondering if I made the right decisions. Sometimes I questions what my happiness amounts to. Is truly a deep connection I've found that I could make with another person, or is it just having someone there? Is it having the nicest things? I couldn't tell you if I was truly happy because I've never been completely happy. People search ( Read more... )

I'm sorry for being so overdramatic. I'm sorry for making it seem like I don't try. I'm sorry I'll go out of my way to pay for things even though I'm the girl and you should pay. I'm sorry that sometimes I wish you'd open the door for me. I'm sorry that instead of buying myself something, I'll buy you something. I'm sorry that it seems like money ( Read more... )

I need proof now. I need you to show me because I don't really believe what you tell me. I miss this. I miss what we used to have. I feel like we're forcing it. I feel like I'm forcing it. I wanted all of this so badly, that I've already forgotten what it felt like in the beginning. I need to know. I want to know. But I guess that's what has gotten ( Read more... )

 
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At 1:24 a.m. a phone call from someone very expected said the words to that I've been waiting an entire summer to hear, and yet it doesn't seem complete. I thought those words would make it okay, would make me feel more secure. But it doesn't. She's still there, and I still hate her. As of right now, I do not see any type of reconciliation possible ( Read more... )

I just love going to bed crying.
Thanks for being so fucking supportive.
Thanks for showing me I can trust you by defending the whore.
I don't care if you talk to her once a week, once a month, once a year.
You still talk to her.
Which means I'll still hate her.

But no. Just pretend Clariz.
Pretend that it doesn't bother you.
Pretend that you don't care.
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It's a sweaty palm and a slight tremble ( Read more... )

It's a cycle. 
Her - You - Me. 
Again and again. 
Sometimes I have to sit and ask myself, "Why?"
 Do we willingly place ourselves in situations we know we shouldn't, and for what? 
For the chance of finding true love?
 Is it that we find love, or does love find us?
 I know what to do and what not to do. 
I can say I know the difference between right and ( Read more... )

Everything happens for a reason, and everyone has their own agenda.
Trust that everything, in time, will work itself out.
Because at the end of the day, it's your job to keep yourself sane.
But, honestly, I'm not going to lie. I miss it.
I miss someone else keeping me sane.
I liked the butterflies, but who doesn't? 
Eh. Stupid shit to not worry about.
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As summer rapidly closes in, I wonder if I have done much of anything. Summer school is almost over, I'm about to quit my job at the BR, and yet I still feel incomplete. Like, I feel like my summer is incomplete. I honestly don't think I've been doing things the right way. Instead of growing, I've hindered the process. And I'd wish for a sign, but ( Read more... )