Tuesday, September 25, 2012

When you break someone’s heart, you also break your own.

If you’re waiting for me to care, you better pack a lunch. It’s going to be a while.

Even though we broke up, I want you to know that I will always be here to remind you of how stupid you are.

People don’t change, they grow up.

You don’t realize how many things remind you of a person, until they become someone you no longer wish to remember.

But, I mean.. who would be in love with me? That’s stupid.

I’m sorry you fell in love with someone with so many problems.

I expect nothing and I’m still let down.

You will forget me and live on with your life as if I were nothing just like the rest. But thats okay, Im use to it.

I will never have respect for a girl fighting another girl over a guy. The fact that there is “another girl” means you’ve already lost.

I’m glad we have finally accepted the fact that finding a suitable guy around here shares the same odds as finding a live unicorn.

plot twist: he likes you back

When people seriously compliment me
it’s like,
“wow are you being
for real?
like
god bless you and your family
and I hope all your dreams come true
amen.<3”

Do you ever just look at people at school and have a sudden urge to push them down the stairs?

The problem with attractive people is that none of them are dating me.

And forgive me if I’ve lost faith in you, but you’ve done this to yourself.

I’m sitting here waiting. I’m calling you back, and you won’t call me back, and it’s screwed up. But at the same time, it just made me want you even worse.

Nobody forgets what happened. The secret is learning to live with it.

The best way to get even is to forget.

We’re both fiction. You’re too good to be true and I don’t exist to you.

Nothing beats a beautiful girl with a great singing voice.. Except Chris Brown.

How many times am I going to let him apologize before I realize that he isn’t worth it?

I’m ready to be the girl I used to be. The one who never cried, never got mad about dumb things, and the one girl who would never worry about being in love.

You broke my self-defenses. You made me fall in love. You promised me the world. And then you ripped me up.

You’re the only thing I know like the back of my hand.

At first I was just plain angry with you, I wanted nothing to do with you. But these past months without you in my life have got me thinking. Despite all the arguments and words said, I miss you. And it’s not just a simple I miss you, it’s an ache in my heart, making me nauseous type of miss.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

I know it’s hard to find someone like you, but I hope you know it’s hard to find someone like me too.

If you treat me right, I’ll treat you better.

If loving you burned calories, I’d be a super model.

If you like me, it’s okay to tell me. If you don’t, stop acting like you do.

You did the wrong thing to the right girl.

By the way, I’m wearing that smile you gave me.

Look at her like she’s the only one you see.

Once you love someone that person is forever a part of you.

No, being a total jerk to a girl is not cool.

I like to be alone, but I hate being lonely.

It might not be the right time. I might not be the right one. But there’s something about us I want to say, ’cause there’s something between us anyway.

I felt the world was ours for the taking, when I fell into your eyes. Never a doubt that we would make it if we tried. You promised you’d never break my heart, never leave me in the dark, said your love would be for all time. But that was back when you were mine.

As the winter fades, I’ll slowly become what you hate. You’ll say that I’m pretending. Chances are, this road will lead us different ways.

Everyone wants more than anything to be allowed into someone else’s most secret self. Everyone wants to allow someone into their most secret self. Everyone feels so alone inside that their deepest wish is for someone to know their secret being, because then they are no longer alone. Don’t we all long for this? Yet when it’s offered, it’s frightening, because you might not live up to the desires of the one who bestows the gift. And frightening because you know that accepting such a gift means you’ll want, or perhaps be expected, to offer a similar gift in return, which means giving your whole self away. And what’s more frightening than that?

Never assume someone likes your by their sweetness, sometimes you’re just an option when they’re bored.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Sometimes I find myself running from love. I want to push anyone away who tries.. because honestly, I’d feel horrible if anyone had to deal with the fucked up mess I am. To be with me would be a chore. Maybe at first they wouldn’t see it; maybe they wouldn’t want to. But I am nothing great. I’m just a girl with a lot of heart, no direction, and barely any stability. So for anyone who wants to try, I’ll deny you, and deny you again.I’m saving you a tremendous burden, trust me. “Please, don’t love me” is all you’ll hear from me. I’m better off alone. I’ve been so good at it, how could I stop now?

With my fingertips I trace on your bare skin all of the things I’d like to say but cannot speak. You mean everything. There are not quite words enough to tell you all the things that you’ve become for me.

Sometimes we find someone who we think is the one. But looks can be deceiving, we hang on because we don’t want to find anyone else. He’s a sweet talker and a prince charming. Although, that doesn’t mean we were meant to be with them. There’s a whole world of people out there. It’s about time we explore.

I’m something you’ll regret losing. I can promise you that much.

But you still want to know more about me and I don’t know why…because all I know is that I wouldn’t want to know more about me, if I was you.

When we fall in love with someone, there’s a moment when we take a picture of that person – an emotional snapshot – that we carry with us forever. If we’re lucky, if we’re very, very lucky, the person we fall in love with will always resemble that snapshot.

Why does love have to work this way? As soon as you get over someone, they come running back into your life telling you how much they want to be with you & how they miss you. Why do you insist on doing this to me, over & over again? Well newsflash, this time that ship has sailed. I’m completely over you and happier than I have ever been with someone else. Maybe you should have loved me when you had the chance.

You moved on so fast, and that’s what kills me; you mean so much more to me than I ever did to you.

You never think the last time is the last time. You always think there will be more. You think you will have forever. But you don’t.

Don’t waste your time regretting all the wrongs. In the end, you’ll get what was meant to happen. Don’t risk it all, and try not to fall. Hold your head up high and don’t be afraid to say goodbye. Live life to the fullest & make the best of it. You may not always get a second chance.

At first you think it’s great that you’re talking to him again, but then you start talking about things that happened before, bringing back old memories, and then you realize how much you really miss him, and you get to thinking you really want him back, but you remember he doesn’t need you like you need him, and it hurts.

You know all those pretty little words and sweet little lies that you use to get the girls you want? Well, they aren’t going to work on me. Not this time.

I just want back in your head.

I feel you in my heart, and I don’t even know you.

No matter how fast I ran, I couldn’t escape the reality that he was gone.

Monday, September 10, 2012

I just have to stay pissed off. Because the second I’m no longer mad, I’m going to crumble. I am so tired of this feeling. Why can’t I just stay happy? And why have I been asking that same question for years now?

Sometimes it feels like nobody gets me, trapped in a world where everyone hates me. There’s so much that I’m going through – I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you.

But I know it’s much too late because we’re way beyond repair but I want you to know that I was wrong for being angry, and it’s time I admit everything to you. I loved you. And yes, you hurt me, but all those times…it was no-one’s fault but mine. For feeling the way I did knowing that I was in the wrong. And I knew it would come back and bite me in the butt but I ignored it because I was just so happy to be yours. So when it all came undone I fell apart, and when you weren’t there to help me back up I lost it. I lost myself and I’m sorry for falling apart at your expense. I can understand why you were angry but I just need you to see why I was. I hope you understand.

Waiting for you is like waiting for rain in the drought, useless and disappointing.

As the seasons rolled on and you continued to fade away from me, I began to wonder how the rest of my life could be anything but a letdown.

Take this final piece of advice and get yourself together. But either way baby, I’m gone.

As great as we could have been, we weren’t. And there’s no point of dwelling on what we could have had ’cause it won’t happen.You didn’t waste your time, I did.

Either you play the game or watch the game play you.

If you were worth it, I wouldn’t have second thoughts all the time. But.. you’re not worth it, and you haven’t been.

I’m not sure where I stand without you. And to be completely honest, I’m not too sure of who I am without you.

But when you love somebody you start to realize that it doesn’t matter whether they’re broken or flawed. You start to realize that sometimes it’s those very flaws that make them beautiful beyond belief.

He asked me if I loved him, and I asked him if he was blind.

You know you can do better, feel better, be better. Start living the way you always promised yourself you would.

Maybe it makes sense now. Maybe somewhere in all of this there’s a reason. Maybe somewhere in all of this there’s a why. Maybe somewhere there’s that thing that lets you tie it all up with a neat bow and bury it in the backyard. But nothing, not getting angry, not prayers, and not tears, nothing can make something that happened unhappen.

Don’t talk to me, don’t look at me. No, we can’t be friends. This little game you have, has got to end. You can’t flirt with me like it’s nothing, because you’re breaking my heart, my entire world is falling apart. Go your own way, and I’ll go mine. I’m going to get over you, just give me a little time.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Some secrets are safer kept hidden. Some secrets are too dangerous to share, even with those you love and trust.

In that moment, I felt my heart break. And I thought, “I can’t live without you. I don’t want to live without you,” and then it slowly crept into my mind that no matter how bad I wanted or needed you, it wouldn’t matter. Somehow, and very painfully I was sure, my life would continue. With or without you, right?

I shouldn’t still feel like this. Not after this much time.. you shouldn’t be able to affect me this much. I shouldn’t catch myself constantly drifting off, daydreaming about what was and replaying all the old memories. Little things said or done shouldn’t still remind me of what used to be.. you shouldn’t be all I think about. Not after this constant hurt. Not after all this time.. but boy, I have a feeling you’re going to be the one I compare everyone to from now on..

And then, there’s another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. It’s called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded.

If anyone asks, I’ll tell them we both just moved on. When people all stare I’ll pretend that I don’t hear them talk. Whenever I see you,I’ll swallow my pride and bite my tongue, pretend I’m okay with it all, act like there’s nothing wrong.

But the actual touch of him lingered, inside her heart. That remained. In all the years of her life ahead, the long years without him, with never seeing him or hearing from him or knowing anything about him, if he was alive or happy or dead or what, that touch stayed locked within her, sealed in herself, and never went away. That one touch of his hand.

Look, I don’t know if there’s only one person on the planet you’re supposed to be with. But when we’re together, it sure feels that way. I knew that I never meant a thing to you, I knew what you said to me wasn’t the truth. Maybe you just wanted someone, anyone so you chose me and then once you had me, you left me all alone to pick up the pieces that you broke.

You don’t get to be mad at me. I have always been there for you. I have gone out of my way for you over and over again. Do you do the same for me? No. Never. And yet I keep my mouth shut and say nothing about it. I am not in any way trying to say I’m perfect. But I honestly believe I have done everything I am capable of doing, to keep you in my life. The more I tried to keep you, the more you pushed me away. I have been more understanding and forgiving with you, than I was ever capable of being with anyone else. I have literally put myself through emotional hell for you. I’m not blaming you for this, because I chose that. I chose to allow you to walk all over me without ever saying a word. I did that because I wanted you in my life so badly. But you don’t get to be angry with me because I’ve finally decided that I can’t take it anymore. I can’t be the only one trying. It hurts too much. But apparently you don’t understand that. I care about you so much. You will always be on my mind. But I don’t know if I’ve ever actually been on yours, and I can’t be second best anymore. I’m tired of being second best to everyone. Especially you. So I’m letting this go. Never thought I’d say that, did you? I have to. I have to let this go because I’m not strong enough to handle it anymore. If you want me in your life, you need to prove it to me.

All I’d wanted for so long was for someone to explain everything that had happened to me in a simple way. To label it neatly on a page: this lead to this which leads to this and this.

When I think of all the ways that we’re different, of all the reasons why people think I shouldn’t like you, it’s a little disheartening. But then I think of all the reasons I like you, of all the little things you do, the way you always make me smile, the way I always find myself wanting to be next you to- holding your hand, the way I feel when you kiss me, and how I’m still floating on air hours later, my heart just sings. It makes no sense for me to like you, but to me, it makes all the sense in the world.

And she knew better, but her heart didn’t.

Some of the most interesting friendships are between people who are attracted to each other, but can’t act on it.

You absolutely destroyed me, did you know that? But you know what, I just wanna say thank you. I don’t regret meeting you, but I don’t wish you would magically come back into my life again because I believe God gives us someone like this for a reason. Someone who will hurt you a million times, someone who will leave you & not look back. But this person, they will make you a better person in the end. You will come out stronger than ever before and you will be happier without him than you were with him.

Pray, forgive yourself, appreciate others, listen to your gut, do things you enjoy, and remind yourself that we are all loved and connected.

I knew I had you the day I met you.

Friday, September 7, 2012

I think people set their standards a little too high when it comes to relationships. You see the person you want to be with -the connection is undeniable. You pursue them, you picture yourself with them, imagine exactly what it will be like. But then you finally have them in your reach, when they are finally all yours, it’s not what you expected it to be. It’s not like you pictured it. It’s a letdown. Your feelings aren’t as strong as they were before you got them. & then you break up. & you’re right back where you started. Because when you are rejected, the person who broke your heart automatically owns about 99.9% of your heart. You can’t help it, it’s human nature. It’s like a never ending cycle. You want them all over again. I bet you want to know the secret, huh? The one that tells you how to end the cycle. I mean, I figured this whole scenario out so I must know all the tips. you’d be wrong. I’m no psychologist, I’m just a teenage girl going through this cycle herself. But here’s what i can tell you: it’s all in your head girl. Because if he was the one, your feelings wouldn’t change when you finally got to be with him. If anything they would grow stronger. & if he was the one he wouldn’t have let you go either.

I guess whatever happened was for the best, but you should stop giving me those looks every other day because it makes me think that you still care and I know that you don’t. If you cared, you wouldn’t have said goodbye.

Well, every day I miss your smiling face. And no one here can ever take your place.

I can feel you forgetting me.

I’ve told you once and I’ll tell you again, there’s nothing I do better than revenge.

I dont know how to do alot of things well. I wish I could but I cant and I’ll have to live with that for my entire life, but one thing that I will proudly wear is my ability to love, even if it isn’t reciprocated, And that is love in its greatest form.

Memories are a way of holding on the things you love, the things you are, and the things you never want to lose.

The things you love will destroy you. Every time.

We knew that beauty was everywhere around us. But we frequently made the mistake of forgetting that it was also within us.

I liked the ocean. I felt that it was just as much a part of me as my very soul. The ocean was the only place I knew where losing yourself and finding yourself meant the same thing.

It doesn’t matter how much I wish, or how much I feel, or how much I know. It doesn’t matter that I feel like you’re the only one for me. It doesn’t matter that you’re all I think about, all I talk about, and all that I am. It doesn’t matter if I can’t share it with you. Nothing I feel matters if I can’t share it with you. Nothing I do matters if you aren’t a part of it. I can write or talk all I want, but that doesn’t make you mine. Just because I love you the same way I used to doesn’t mean you come running back to me. It doesn’t matter that I realized my mistake, that I realized that you’re my one and only, if I can’t have you. Just because I love you doesn’t make you love me. Writing about you doesn’t make you love me. I could say all the nicest things in the world, and spill my whole heart out, but if you didn’t care, it wouldn’t even matter.

I can’t promise that I won’t let you down.

Maybe it’s the only way we can finally stand on our own.You know, to hurt each other so much that we have no choice.

Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.

Sometimes the things you want the most don’t happen and what you least expect happens. I don’t know – you meet thousands of people and none of them really touch you. And then you meet that one person and your life is changed.

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Be that strong girl that everyone knew would make it through the worst, be that fearless girl, the one who would dare to do anything, be that independent girl who didn’t need a man; be that girl who never backed down.

 

Today I told myself to stop loving people so damn much.

 

I miss the time when I actually meant something to you.

 

I will never forget the old you.

 

It’s just that I don’t want to be somebody’s crush. If someone likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it too.

 

Sometimes, a part of love is losing it.

 

I know we don’t know each other, but I’m missing you like hell.

 

Everything is as it’s always been. This never happened. Don’t take it too bad it is nothing you did. It’s just once something dies you can’t make it live.

 

Your words run through me like the blood in my veins. I could swear I knew your love before I knew your name.

 

Don’t fall for just any boy, fall for the right boy.

 

Not every break up is destined for a make up. Sometimes, you just wake up.

 

Some things you can fix and some things you can’t. And I just think it is a shame to walk away from the things you can.

 

I wait for the days where I will forget who you are. When the taste of your names sounds old and worn. I wait for the days when I won’t remember why I needed you so bad.

 

Spending today complaining about yesterday won’t make tomorrow any better.

 

I know I promised I’d never leave you behind, but promises aren’t the only things broken with time.

 

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

No .. you don’t get it.
I don’t want a relationship because I just want a boyfriend.
I want someone because I want to know that somebody else cares about me besides my friends .. a different kind of care, you know? So I can spend time with that person & feel like I mean something to someone.

There was a part of me that just wanted to lie back in my bed, close my eyes, and find myself waking up to another chance.

Stay positive even when it feels like your life is falling apart.

Once upon a time, we burned bright. Now all we ever seem to do is fight.

Maybe our friends are our soul-mates and boys are just people to have fun with.

The worst feeling is pretending you don’t care about something, when really it’s all you seem to think about.

Now I do as I please and lie through my teeth. Someone might get hurt, but it won’t be me. I should probably feel cheap but I just feel free.

I watched his mouth move, but I heard your words. I kissed his lips, but I tasted yours.

You think you’ll be okay without me? You don’t think you’ll miss me like hell? Well, all I have to say to that is: we’ll see.

If this is what you want, I’m fine with that. But don’t ever come back.

I know where I’ll be, somewhere you won’t find me. In the arms of someone new who ain’t a damn thing like you.

She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps. Or maybe a quiet, heartfelt conversation into the late hours of the night. Or perhaps, something as simple as not being second.

She loved life and it loved her right back.

I don’t care what you think about me. I don’t think about you at all.

Thanks for the memories, even though they weren’t so great. He tastes like you, only sweeter.

                                                 

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.

I’m sorry dear, in order for you to insult me, I must first value your opinion. Nice try though.

Promote what you love instead of bashing what you hate.

Constantly talking isn’t necessarily communicating.

Keep your head up. Keep your heart strong.

Love is when a man wipes your tears even after you left Him hanging on the cross with your sins.

Real men stay faithful. They don’t have time to look for other girls, they are too busy finding new ways to love their own.

You can’t save her damsel if she likes her distress.

Cry as hard as you want to and make sure that after you stop crying, you will never cry for that same reason again.

When you cried, you lost your light. But when you shined, you shined so bright.

I don’t need to hear you say how much you care about me, because it’s all a lie.

That year took more from us than we knew we had. And by the end of it, we were left wondering how we’d ever make it in this cold, cold world.

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

You must put those dreams aside, they will only break your heart.

Maybe a part of me doesn’t want you to come back. Maybe I want to feel like all my pain wasn’t for nothing. Like all my strength and thick skin wasn’t for nothing.  Like I didn’t learn to live without you for no reason. I don’t care how harsh or mean or twisted this may seem. I don’t want you to come back.

Monday, September 3, 2012

I think the words you stop yourself from saying are the ones that will haunt you the longest.

Being called the nice girl, is way better than being called a bitch.

No. Really, it’s adorable when you blame everyone but yourself.

The best revenge is just moving on and getting over it. Don’t give anyone the satisfaction of watching you suffer.

Thinking of a way to say I’m sorry to you, for something I am not sure I did.

I could be your perfect disaster. You could be my ever after.

It’s better to be alone than being with someone who makes you feel alone.

It’s amazing how words can do that, just shred your insides apart.

There are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part. So just give me a happy middle and a very happy start.

The great thing about nightmares is.. when you wake up, life seems a whole lot better.

Your mistakes do not define you, they guide you.

I notice everything, I just don’t say anything.

Forgiving you is my gift to you. Moving on is my gift to myself.

Cinderella did not Facebook stalk Prince Charming.

It hurts. And I can feel it tearing me apart.