July 12, 2012

• not everyone deserves a second chance

  

  Be happy in the moment, that’s enough. Each moment is all we need, not more.

  

  if tears could build a stairway, and memories build a lane i’d walk up to heaven and bring you home again.

  

  when you lose someone, someone you love. when they break your heart. it’s the hardest thing you could ever go through. and no matter how much time has passed, it never really goes away. you may think you’re getting better, but then you get a flashback, or hear a song that reminds you of a memory, and it hits you all over agin, all at once, like a stab in the chest. you fall apart, for the hundredth time. and you feel like you just want to crawl under a rock and never come out. you love this person with all of your heart, even though you know you shouldn’t. they hurt you worse than you’ve ever been hurt. they stole your happiness. but yet, you still want them, and only them. other people came along and give you chances to move on, but you know you don’t want to. it upsets you that you might be moving on, because you promised you never would. and even if they broke all their promises, you want to keep yours. on top of that, you’re terrified. terrified of getting hurt again. but it’s not like it matters anyway, at the end of the day you’re still thinking about the person who has left you completely broken. you don’t want to miss them anymore. you don’t want to love them anymore, but you know you alway will.

  

  i guess in the end, the person that loved the most hurts the most.

  

  When life is sweet, say thank you and celebrate. And when life is bitter, say thank you and grow.

  

  not everyone deserves a second chance.

  

  tell me i’m wrong and i will prove to you that i’m right.

  

  every time i find the key to happiness, someone changes the lock.

  

   

  The seaweed is always greener in somebody else’s lake.

  

   i trust him about as far as i can throw him, and i don’t even think i can lift him.

  

  i don’t hate him, i loved him until i figured it hurts a lot less to just not care. you don’t expect him to turn up to your sporting match, no disappointments. you don’t expect a call on your birthday. you don’t expect to see him for months. you want us to go make up? sink a few beers together? nice family hug? i’ve given him enough hugs. he’s given me enough disappointments.

  

  You might realize that by saying nothing, you say a lot.

  

  i gave up on you. not because i don’t care but because you don’t.

  

   

  You take the good and all the bad that comes with me.

  

  someday, i want to live in a house filled with my books and travel souvenirs. and the walls that aren’t covered in bookshelves will be covered with photos of my family and friends. when i leave the house, i will be going to a job i love, and i’ll return to a person i love. so, that’s the dream i’m working on.

  

  What we call chaos is just patterns we haven’t recognized yet.

  

  i guess we all have secrets. i’m broken. he cheated on her last weekend. she cheated on him that same night. the prettiest girl in the school is jealous of a nerd. the perfect jock loves that same nerd but can’t say anything. and the guys best friend loves his best friend, but she loves her boyfriend, who doesn’t really love her. everyone has a secret, what would happen if they all came out? would anything change? or would we all pretend nothing was different?

  

  You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.

  

  i’m at that time in my life where i could be having the time of my life, right? i want to make out in the backseat of his car; i want to go to these outrageous parties with people who are older than me, make some bad decisions then fix them. i want to have a lot to tell my daughter–that the craziest, most thrilling part of your life is when you’re seventeen. i want to experience life and love, learning everything in between.

  

  i’m not who you think i am. you hear things about me that even i didn’t know i did, and you hear things that i’ve said that i had no idea that i said. i do whatever feels right to me, and if you don’t understand that, it’s okay, i don’t expect you to. i care a lot more than you would think, but there are just some things that don’t bother me. like, if you talk bad about me, i won’t really mind. if i fight with you, doesn’t mean i’m going to tell the whole world every bad characteristic about you. i’m honest, and might come off as a bitch. but that’s your opinion and i wouldn’t dare to change it. i just don’t care what certain people think about me. i don’t know why, but that’s just who i am and i don’t mind if you have a problem with it, because your opinion doesn’t matter. the only person i really want to please is myself. sure, having people know that i’m not a heartless bitch could come in handy some day. but i’m not going to prove anything to them. i am who i am, and if people call me a bitch, i guess i’m a bitch. if people call me fake, i guess i’m fake. but before you say that about a person, look back at the things you’ve done and ask yourself if you’re worthy of judging someone other than yourself. are you perfect? no. do you make mistakes? yes. so why is it so terrible if someone else makes a mistake? why are you expecting the people around you to be perfect when you know that nobody is?

  

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