December 28, 2012

• I believed in you

  

  Don’t wait for the right person to come into your life. Be the right person to come into someone’s life.

  
  

  Sometimes you just need to distance yourself from people. If they care, they’ll notice. If they don’t, you know where you stand.

  
  

  I wish you hadn’t turned your back. I wish you had explained. I wish you hadn’t made me lose my faith in everything.

  
  

  You have to learn to break the world that has tried to break you.

  
  

  Why do we clutch at this baggage even when we’re desperate to move on? Because we all know there’s a chance we might let go too soon.

  
  

  Don’t bother saying sorry because it’s useless when you don’t mean it, and don’t bother asking to be friends, you don’t deserve my friendship, and don’t bother expecting me to be there for you anymore, because I won’t be there for someone who was never there for me.

  
  

  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.

  
  

  Women need to protect themselves. You put that condom in your purse and save your own fucking life.

  
  

  That’s it. I’m putting my walls back up. Never tearing them down again or letting people through. I should have never let you in.

  
  

  The only thing I’ve learned is that you can’t move on alone. You need someone else to show you that behind all the clouds, the sun is still shining.

  
  

  You’ve got to learn to push through the hard times because you have to face them. Running from them now will only make you too tired to fight through when they catch up with you later.

  
  

  I would die for you. But I won’t live for you.

  
  

  The ones depressed don’t dress in black. The ones who believe they’re fat don’t announce it. The ones scared don’t scream. The ones struggling don’t show their scars. The ones hurting the most are the ones hidden.

  
  

  Even though we’re no longer together, I still care about you. Not in the same way, of course. But that’s me; I won’t just leave the one I once loved out alone in the dark.

  
  

  They knew better, still you said forever.

  
  

  I was desperate to just start fresh, just be a face in the crowd, where no one knew me. Sometimes we just need that.

  
  

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