Yesterday would have been one year and six months. That makes me incredibly sad and nostalgic. It makes me wonder what could have (or should have) been if I didn't go and mess things up ( Read more... )

Facing yourself is hard. Someone shoving a reflection of who you really are - the truth - is even harder to deal with. I try to play this big facade, and I think it actually works - like hey, maybe I can live my whole life doing things without people seeing my real motives and intentions behind them! and then I realize someone has seen past it all ( Read more... )

I'm not going to be the one to give in any more. I'm tired of doing that and getting bitch slapped in return ( Read more... )

I still have no idea. I keep being pulled into two directions. Something brings me up, and I think "I have to hold on.." and then something makes me crash and I think "This hurts too much.. I have to let go..". The worst thing for me to do (probably) is listen to my emotions. I've heard so many people say that and I use to think that was dumb, but ( Read more... )

We got in a fight again yesterday ( Read more... )

I'm so jealous of everyone and their fucking summers, and their fucking hangouts, and their fucking freedom. Fuck them, and fuck my life ( Read more... )

Remember when we use to make each other, instead of break each other? I look back at the past, and I can NEVER regret what we had. Not a moment. All of it has been a blessing, and all of it had been worth the wait. All the years of patience, and never getting into some bs relationship. I'm so glad this was my first relationship. I just wish that I ( Read more... )

I think it's time to let this go. This isn't doing any good to my self-esteem, my heart, my emotions, my life. Little my little all of it has been getting torn apart, and I just can't take it any more ( Read more... )

I'm getting back into the thought of allowing flings and no meaning relationships to consume my life, but I know it'll just take away my dignity and strength. It's too easy to fall into that trap, and depend on stranger after stranger to fill in the empty spaces of my life with more nothingness ( Read more... )

I wish he knew what it felt like to be in my shoes. I don't know if this has anything to do with being a girl, or if I'm just asking way too much, but I wish he was more sensitive to everything ( Read more... )