January 3, 2013

• Be my anchor

  

  Oh yeah, the past can hurt, but the way I see it, you can either run from it or learn from it.

  
  

  How does a person stay safe, always? Lock yourself away? You’re looking for a guarantee, and there are no guarantees. If you love, you’ll feel loss. you can’t ‘careful’ yourself into avoiding loss. You’re trying to get day without night.

  
  

  Every time I think everything is going really well, I mean, I try really hard – it all fucks up. And I think that maybe, I’m just one of those people that doesn’t deserve to be happy.

  
  

  The closer you get, the better I feel. The closer you are, the more I see why everyone says that I look happier when you’re around.

  
  

  This life is what you make it. No matter what, you`re going to mess up sometimes. It`s a universal truth. But the good part is, you get to decide how you`re going to mess it up.

  
  

  You can only truly appreciate a person when you stop comparing them to someone better.

  
  

  I waited for the numbness to return, or the pain. Because the pain must be coming. I’d broken my personal rules. Instead of shying away from the memories, I’d walked forward and greeted them… That was going to cost me, I was sure of it. Especially if I couldn’t reclaim the haze to protect myself. I felt too alert, and that frightened me.

  
  

  Because, sometimes, you have to step outside of the person you’ve been and remember the person you were meant to be. The person you wanted to be. The person you are.

  
  

  Why is it so hard to accept things as they are? Why do we struggle and fight against the inevitable? Is it the knowledge that things could be better? Or is it the hope? The hope that if things were different, we would be different. Better. Stronger. Complete.

  
  

  First, there is desire. Then, passion. Then, suspicion, jealousy, anger, betrayal. When love is for the highest bidder, there can be no trust. Without trust, there can be no love. Jealousy, yes, jealousy will drive you mad.

  
  

  Find that guy that will pick up every piece of your shattered heart & put it back together, keeping one piece for himself, replacing it with a piece of his.

  
  

  Every day is a decision. We all have to wake up and make the conscious choice not to die.

  
  

  Bad stuff does happen sometimes. Always remember that, but remember that you have to move on, somehow. you just pick up your head and stare at something beautiful like the sky, or the ocean, and you’ll move the hell on.

  
  

   

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