I think hope is written on our souls the way sex is on yours. Each day it ebbs from me more and more and I find myself in constant anguish, thinking up unthinkable ways to get out of it. How much more can I take? How much more will you put me through ( Read more... )

I am shattered. Why did this even happen? What's the point? I could have just continued to live comfortably numb and never been given this hope just to have it dashed from me again ( Read more... )

Live is a mystery
everyone must stand alone
I hear you call my name
And it feels like home

Is he serious? I don't know what to think...I can go back there as friends...but how will that work in the long run? Is this another chance? The chance I've been waiting for for SO long? Or is it just another set up to have my heart broken yet again. Even so, I know I need to get out of here ( Read more... )

Quelqu’un M’a Dit ( Read more... )

I had those awful dreams again, the kind that remind me I'm living in a dream world and need to wake up and face reality ( Read more... )

What happened to the last year of my life ( Read more... )

I am so lost ( Read more... )

Is it possible you just wanted to believe you were the person I saw? That that perfection hasn't been seen for so long...it made you feel good to let me think you were, and never showed me this other side of you that is so cold and cruel I shiver just thinking about it? Nothing could ever have prepared me for this change in you... I wish there was ( Read more... )

And today I just feel like a good old fashioned ramming. A proper 'any hole's a goal' kind of night like we used to have. Is it safe? Can I trust myself not to fall back down the rabbit hole when I've come so far already? Do I only feel like this because I haven't seen you for 3 weeks? You're like a drug...the more I have the more I want...and the ( Read more... )