July 11, 2012

• Take a picture, it lasts longer

  

  Watching you walk out of my life does not make me bitter or cynical about love. But rather makes me realize that if i wanted so much to be with the wrong person, how beautiful it will be when the right one comes along.

  

  

  

  

  

  And the harsh reality of life is that you are going to hurt. You’re going to cry over a silly boy – your heart’s going to be broken. But you have to pull yourself together so people don’t see how vulnerable you are. Once people see vulnerability, they take advantage of you. And the whole process starts all over again.

  

  

  

  

  

  And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered.. But most of all, I learned that life is about sitting on benches next to ancient creeks with my hand on her knee and sometimes, on good days, for falling in love.

  

  

  

  

  I remember when we used to talk every day. I miss that.

  

  

  

  

  

   

  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.

  

  

  

  

  I think the Lifetime network was specifically created for my life problems.

  

  

  

  

  

  

   

  There’s always that one person. No matter how many relationships they’ve had, how many times they didn’t respond to your text, how many times they ignored you, how many times they made you feel like you didn’t matter, how many times you sit on the floor crying because of them, or made you feel like shit; no matter how many times you say they don’t matter, deep down, every time that they text you, look at you, give you a hug, even just say your name, your walls break down and you can’t help but be happy. Even if you don’t want to be.

  

  

  

  

  

  What do a treadmill and my ex have in common? They both were created by the Devil.

  

  

  

  

   

  If you were going to die today and could only make one last call who would it be to? What would you say? And why are you waiting?

  

  

  

  

  

  Being single should motivate me to eat less. Too bad it makes me eat twice as much.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

   

  You can’t lose what you never had. You can’t keep what’s not yours. And you can’t hold onto something that doesn’t want to stay.

  

  

  

  

  

   

  We used to believe in a lot of things, like forever and our dreams. We used to speak of our futures. Then we both went our separate ways. We don’t talk about those things anymore. We don’t talk at all. 

  

  

  

  

  

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