January 3, 2013

• Have a great night

  

  The sooner you know who you are and what you want, the less you’ll let things upset you.

  
  

  I looked out the car window today and I’m realizing that I miss you again. It’s funny how out of nowhere you came to mind, and the truth is, I wish you were still here.

  
  

  You’re worth more than that. More than a replacement, the girl he goes to when he only wants a girlfriend. He may not see that, but someone else will. So set yourself free from him, because I promise you will eventually get what you deserve. You will find what you’re worth.

  
  

  It seems when you want someone, they don’t want you. And when someone wants you, you don’t want them. And when you both want each other, something has to come around and mess it up.

  
  

  Faith is taking the first step; even though you don’t see the whole staircase.

  
  

  The thing about addiction is it never ends. Well, because eventually whatever it is that was getting us high stops feeling good and starts to hurt. Still, they say you don’t kick the habit until you hit rock bottom, but how do you know when you’re there? Because no matter how badly a thing is hurting us, sometimes letting go hurts even worse.

  
  

  Sometimes you’re traveling a highway, the only road you’ve ever known and wham! A semi comes from nowhere and rolls right over you. Sometimes you dont wake up. But if you happen to you know things will never be the same. Sometimes that’s not so bad. Sometimes lives instersect, no rhyme, no reason, except, perhaps, for a passing semi.

  
  

  You may not know it yet,  maybe you’ll never even think about it, but I’m special. You’re going to meet a lot  of girls throughout your life,  and a lot of them will be special to you.  But I’m telling you right now,  you’ll never find another me.

  
  

  It’s indeed annoying when memories of someone who has decided to keep distance is constantly nagging you. Why can’t we just erase them in our minds to prevent us from reminiscing? After all, no matter how happy these memories are, all they bring is pain knowing the fact that they’re just all part of the past.

  
  

  And it feels like somebody took my heart and dropped it into a bucket of boiling tears. At the same time somebody else is hitting my soul in the crouch with a frozen sledgehammer. And then a third guy walks in and starts punching me in the grief bone and I’m crying and nobody can hear me because I’m terribly, terribly, terribly, alone.

  
  

  You want to know what makes me love you more than I loved him? It’s because when he got me, I was perfectly unused. I was fearless, and a hopeless romantic. When you got me I was bruised and battered. I was afraid of the world and cynical about love. And yet, you didn’t leave.

  
  

  The truth is I’ve never fooled anyone. I’ve let people fool themselves. They didn’t bother to find out who and what I was. Instead they would invent a character for me. I wouldn’t argue with them. They were obviously loving somebody I wasn’t.

  
  

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