December 20, 2012

• Lost and Found

  

  The most important thing about a person is what you don’t know.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  The real world, whether we like it or not, is right here, right now. All of this, every day, is important. Everybody matters. Everything we do has an effect on others, directly or indirectly, whether we realize it or not.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  I have so much to say but whenever the time comes to say it, I’m silent.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  Scream your secrets. Tell them everything you’ve been thinking the past few months. Tell them how he hurt you. Tell them how you’re not okay. Tell them how you feel so empty. And then walk away. And never come back.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  When we’re this young we have nothing to lose. Just a clock to beat and a hand to choose.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  Is it weird that I don’t give a shit?

  
  
  
  
  
  

  When everything’s made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  We must see things how they are instead of how we hope, wish, or expect them to be.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  I know it’s really hard for you to understand any of this. I’ve stated multiple times that I don’t even understand myself.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  No one can hurt me anymore. In fact, no one can even come close because I just don’t care anymore. About anything. I wake up & don’t care what I wear. I don’t care what I do on the weekends. I just go through the motions. So I sure as hell don’t care what you do with your life anymore.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  She stays silent because it’s easier than seeing everyone’s reactions when they realize what she held in.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  You don’t need another drink, babe. I know you’re drunk ’cause you tell me that you love me. I could be your one desire. You tell me that you want me, but liquor makes a liar.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  I’m not looking to fall in love. I’m not even necessarily looking for a boyfriend right now. All I really want is to find a nice, good guy I can text late at night, joke around with, and be stupid with. Someone who likes the same music as me, someone I can easily talk to, someone I can be my total self around and not mind at all. A guy I can waste Friday nights with, laugh with, and have fun with. Someone who’s not perfect, but understands me, you know? Is that really too much to ask for?

  
  
  
  
  
  

  You’re a lover, I’m a runner.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  • 6:18 pm
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