December 27, 2012

• Take a picture, it lasts longer

  

  I feel more comfortable talking to strangers than people I know. I believe this is because chances are, I’ll never see them ever again and I feel like I can say anything I want. They don’t know my past or what I’ve done. They can only judge me on who they’re seeing right at that second. I’m the person I am now, not then. People I know don’t see the difference.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  It’s time to stop pretending who you are. Be who you were meant to be and soar. Don’t let others bring you down. They’re just jealous of how strong you are for not caring what people think of you. Be a free spirit. Let no one, drag you down.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  Everyone has that person that they go back to. Each time, they swear it’s different, and they’re done for good. But they aren’t. They wish they were, but the thing is, they can’t be. Because that person they keep going back to, they can’t be completely happy without them.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  I know what’s best for me, but I want you instead. Sometimes it’s right to do the wrong things.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  Here’s to the nights when the grass is your seat, the heat from the fire kisses your feet, your friends outnumber the stars and even the chilliest of nights, are still warmer than the cold one in your hand.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  You deserve someone who loves you with every single beat of his heart, someone who thinks about you constantly, someone who spends every minute of every day just wondering what you’re doing, where you are, who you’re with, and if you’re OK. You need someone who can help you reach your dreams and protect you from your fears. You need someone who will treat you with respect, love every part of you, especially your flaws. You should be with someone who could make you happy, really happy, dancing on air happy.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  I mean, if you were to find a shattered mirror, find all the pieces, all the shards and all the tiny chips, and have whatever skill and patience it took to put all that broken glass back together so that it was complete once again, the restored mirror would still be spiderwebbed with cracks, it would still be a useless glued version of its former self, which could show only fragmented reflections of anyone looking into it. Some things are beyond repair. And that was me.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  I’m not okay today and I might not be tomorrow, but I’m going to try alot harder from now on. I don’t want to feel this way anymore; I don’t want this nothingness tangled around my heart.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  Something inside me ruins all my relationships. Because whenever I get too close to someone, the feelings always disappear. And after they leave, the feelings always come back.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  I found a certain comfort in you that I found no where else, a certain laugh that I never had before, and a certain joy in my life that I could never even try to explain. Where you’d make fun of me, but then say “I’m just kidding, I love you,” the smile you gave me every time you saw me. I just miss you more and more each day.

  
  
  
  
  
  

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