May 29, 2012

• Huge update

  

  As human beings, we need to know that we are not alone, that we are not crazy or completely out of our minds, that there are other people out there who feel as we do, live as we do, love as we do, who are like us.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I dream of your arms around me.

  

  

  

  

  

  It feels like it was yesterday, and sometimes it feels like someone else’s memory.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  You’d like to know me well, but I’ve got things inside my head that even I can’t face.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon, instead of enjoying the roses blooming outside our windows today.

  

  

  

  

  

  I’ve lost loved ones in my life who never knew how much I loved them. Now I live with the regret that my true feelings for them never were revealed.

  

  

  

  

  

  It was the end of something simple and the beginning of something else.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Maybe we should raise our voices, ask somebody why.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  We don’t owe anyone a fucking explanation.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Maybe we’re not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. Appreciating small victories. Admiring the struggle it takes simply to be human. Maybe we’re thankful for the familiar things we know. And maybe we’re thankful for the things we’ll never know.

  

  

  

  

  

  I don’t even know you anymore. We’re barely friends; we used to be lovers. I remember when I was all that you were living for.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I finally figured out the only reason to be alive is to enjoy it.

  

  

  

  

  

  My greatest fear in life is to not to have a big enough impact on someone’s life to always be remembered.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I learned a lot of lessons awful quick and now I’m telling you that they were not the nice kind, and it’s been so long since I’ve felt fine.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I cry at weddings and hospitals make me nervous. I’m sarcastic to a fault, but it doesn’t matter; I can be pretty mean for naive is my middle name and I don’t believe in perfect love, but it doesn’t matter; he thinks it’s cute.

  

  

  

  

  

  Trouble is a part of your life and if you don’t share it, you don’t give the person who loves you a chance to love you enough.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  We never see things changing. We only see them ending. And some vicious whispering voice kept saying you have no choice.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  She’s not a drama-queen. She doesn’t want to feel this way.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I think you’re the only one who knows exactly what I mean.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  In a land of make believe they don’t believe in me.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I love you and I probably always will. But, we go days without having a meaningful conversation. And, I used to miss you so much when that happened. But it never seemed like you missed me, and I guess because of it, I stopped missing you.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  There will always be something to ruin our lives, it all depends on what or which finds us first. We are always ripe and ready to be taken.

  

  

  

  

  

  Funny thing is, I can’t seem to remember what I ever saw in you.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I have a very strong feeling that the opposite of love is not hate; it’s apathy. It’s not giving a damn.

  

  

  

  

  

  I’m not ashamed to say I cried for you.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  There comes a point between horrible hangovers and drunken heart to heart conversations when you realize that all you need in life are a few good friends and a few good drinks.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I bruise like a peach, I mumble when I speak. I’m in the gutter, but I’m looking at the stars. I’ve always been in love with you.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Yes, I know what I’ve done and I regret it. If I could make things right, you know I’d find a way.

  

  

  

  

  

  It’s called reading between the lines sweetheart. You do it to find inner meaning or you know, the truth. I can’t understand how you just don’t get it.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Maybe it’s good to put things into perspective. Sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I know you’re waiting for the ironic ending. I know you’re waiting for the punch line. I know you’re waiting for the rain to come by. Well so am I.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  All of us started out normal. All of us started out with the potential to do almost anything we wanted, but somewhere along the path of our lives, we got lost.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I know I’m good for something, I just haven’t found it yet.

  

  

  

  

  

  You left before I had a chance to say goodbye. But that’s the way life usually is. It just passes you by. But you can’t hold on to regrets and you can’t look back. So I’ll just be thankful for the times that I had with you. I hope I’m just like you.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  • 10:35 pm
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