Saturday, 15 October 2011

• I smoke to get high cause the worlds so low

  

  You should have opened your eyes. I was crazy for you

  

  I’m not going to  beg you to stay. I’m not going to ask you what’s wrong. There is no reason to run after something already gone.

  

  Shut the hell up and stop trying to make me regret what I'm saying or make me feel bad.You might of cared or liked me or whatever, I can't read your mind, but the point is you sure as hell didn't show it and that's the part that matters. All you had to do was call me at night and hangout with me a little but you ...were too busy trying to act like you didn't care, to show that you did. And I'm sick of waiting around for something that isn't going to happen cause I've been back and forth with you long enough to know that it's gonna be this way as long as I let it.

  

  okay, this is going to sound so bad, but the world is an unfair place. it is. & no one can tell you how you see it. it's like one person thinks it's a shitbox place, & another thinks it's beautiful. & it's true. it's all true. parts are beautiful, & parts are shitty, just like our life we have. but tell me this: how could you know what happy is, if you've never experienced tradgey?

  

  She’s gonna listen to her heart, it's gonna tell her what to do. She might need a lot of loving, but she doesn’t need you.

  

  I've learned that no matter how much you care, some people don't deserve you.

  

  I missed you then, but Fuck you now. I'm better than ever, happier than before, and it's all because I dont have to deal with your shit anymore.

  

  Fuck you, fuck her, fuck all the rest. I'm done with your shit. On to the next.

  

  "success" depends on the second letter.

  

  Have you ever looked at a picture of yourself and seen a stranger in the background? It makes you wonder how many strangers have pictures of you, how many moments of other peoples lives have we been in. Were we part of someone's life when their dreams came true, or were we there when their dreams died? Did we keep trying to get in, as if we were somehow destined to be there.. or did the shot take us by surprise? Just think; you could be a big part of someone else's life, and not even know it

  

  it's okay that you're with her. i want you to know that it's okay. i'm happy for both of you and maybe that doesn't mean anything to you, but it means a lot to me. it means that for the first time, i'm not selfish. i have put someone else's happiness, your happiness, above my own

  

  I'm not that girl. I'm not the girl who gets attached. I don't like feelings, they're messy, and I don't like being hurt. Why did I let him get to me when I know everyone always leaves.

  

  Don't send me mixed signals. I don't like the confusion that it brings. I'd rather have the honest truth even if it hurts, because then I won't be wasting my time depending on false hope to keep me hanging on

  

  I guess I've learned to accept second best, because that's all anyone's been since I met you.

  

   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?

  

  I've always avoided fights. I make jokes instead. I tell people what they want to hear in order to avoid a confrontation. I pretend to want things I don't want, and I pretend not to want things I do want. No one gets hurt. Except me. The lines are so crossed and blurred at this point that I don't know what I want. I just know I want it to be easy.

  

  He ignores you, but you like him. He does nothing, yet you fall for him. You miss him, even though he's never thought about you.

  

  I know it is a bad thing to break a promise, but I think now that it is a worse thing to let a promise break you. 

  

  don't ask me if I'm okay, because honestly, you know I'm not.

  

  You probably won't remember the test you failed, but you will never forget the people you were with the night before when you decided not to study.

  

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