October 2011
I fucking hate you. I hate you to the fucking bones.
No, I don’t wish for you to be dead.
But I do wish for you to clean up your fucking act. Well, it’s too fucking late anyway.
I wish that you never came back. I wish that you didn’t call because then I wouldn’t have to go through all that fucking pain.
I fucking hate you. Do you hear me? HATE YOU.
I pity you. I feel...
spittinvividly:
I still look through your blog from time to time to keep up with whats happening in your life. The reason why I go through your blog is because I really don’t have any time to really talk to you as much anymore and I truly do miss you. Times like the winter cold makes me wish that your warmth and comfort was there to calm the nerves that circulate throughout my body. Poetic tunes...
I can’t stand disrespectful guys.
Guys who call a girl “cunt”.
Yeah, go fuck yourself.
De-friend.
All Too Familiar
carmela:
‘Cause it’s an all too familiar story. And though we run through the same shit each and every given time, but we decide to stay. Why? Because we keep hoping and praying things will be different the next time around. That this time, it will all be a different story. One that is written in our favor. One who’s character are built to be perfect and be given the perfect situation. But let’s...
“Fucking sick of people today and their irrelevant bullshit.”
Everybody gets hurt.
And it’s okay.
Sometimes, I feel so regretful of all those times I’ve hurt you. I hate being reminded of my intentions and your cute upsetting face.
I am always reminded of your pain, and why I shouldn’t ever hurt you.
But. Pain is the only emotion that I can use to test your love.
Sometimes I feel like I’m such a boring individual. My taste in every thing seems to never fit into anyone’s interest and my humour is so dry.
I make things awkward by saying things that should be kept inside my mind, but my mouth seems to blurt out words obdurately.
I feel like I need to super glue all my thoughts together and throw them all in a cage, lock it and throw away the...
I hated seeing you. Standing there looking all pathetic and worthless.
I can’t believe you even had the audacity to come back. You took off without giving a reason why. You took off, expecting us not to care and expected us to move on with our lives.
But that’s what we did. We lived our life. For a year, we were fucking happy. I was fucking happy. I didn’t care where you were....
Appreciating Our Past
It is easy to be negative about past mistakes and unhappiness. But it is much more healing to look at ourselves and our past in the light of experience, acceptance, and growth.
Our past is a series of lessons that advance us to higher levels of living and loving. The relationships we entered, stayed in, or ended taught us necessary lessons.
Some of us have emerged from the most painful...
(07:24 PM) Thursday,October 20th, 2008 PILLOW Sometimes I feel like the worst traits of humanity are as solid as bone. And they have embedded themselves like sinew inside my fucking veins. So that even the best parts of me are still the worse parts of everyone else.
