Was I bitter? Absolutely. Hurt? You bet your sweet ass I was hurt. Who doesn’t feel a part of their heart break at rejection. You ask yourself every question you can think of, what, why, how come, and then your sadness turns to anger. That’s my favorite part. It drives me, feeds me, and makes one hell of a story.”
something is broken between my head and my heart
i know, but i don’t believe
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i don’t know whether to hang stuff on the bare walls of my apartment, and make it homey, or pack it all up and get the hell out of here.
i hear people all of the time say “I don’t know what to do.” Hell, I say it all the time, and most of the time, I know what to do, I only don’t want to do it. But in this case, I really really really have no clue what I should do.
Here’s a list of things that I know that I should do:
-delete his number from my phone and never communicate with him again.
- quit smoking
- laundry
-go to sleep at a decent hour.
i might know how God feels.
“I believe that there is something here to be learned of Grace, because I can’t help but love you. “ -As Cities Burn (The Widow)
What hurts the most about the way that you’re acting is that you’ve suddenly (or maybe over time ) disregarded the way that I feel and how things affect me.
He did that to me. I’m doing that to you. I know that there is a better way…I just got lazy and discouraged.
Who will tell the story of the day that someone different came, and things changed?
i have to start waking up. before 3pm. i’m sleeping my life away. i used to actually live and now i feel like i’m only surviving. i know that i’m the only one who can change that.
over the past two days i’ve discovered that i don’t know you at all. you aren’t the person that i thought you were, and I can’t even remember how I came to care about you so much. the worst part is that I feel like I’m not allowed to be angry, like I don’t have a right to feel anything about what you’re doing. The next two weeks will be hell waiting for you to leave.
today, i want to hide.
you give me hope, and hope keeps me going.
i wish that you could see what i see.
you aren’t hopeless.
nothing has to be.
sometimes you have to decide to be okay.
over and over again.
