Sunday, July 5, 2009

Immature actions are so cool. (not)

If every stop I'm taking is a lost cause with no direction - then let it be what it is.
I can't stop emotions from exploding the way they do, I can't change the past just what's infront of me.

Sure, it was a bad break-up. Who hasn't had one of those? The stumbling feeling, the shattered pain, the loss of focus - We've been through this a million times. I always thought and always said we should keep the faith in the love that we shared.

I know it wasI that messed it all up - but I can almost see it, the end of the rainbow, the end of road, the end of all passion, of all the faith that we had become a distant past; a distant memory left for the history books. You are my first of everything.
I was the only girl that you've ever felt this way about. Vice Versa.

The chance you took knocked you down, and it did the same to me as well. I'll remember all I can about us and keep pushing on. We weren't perfect but if I lose, I lose.

The other side was a scary place for the both of us but I honestly think that's where we belong.

I'm sorry.
It's the last sorry I'm gonna ever say to you.



Life isn't about finding yourself, but creating yourself.
I am nothing but sorry.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Love ain't sunshine and rainbows all the time.

It's called a new start for a reason.

It isn't as easy as everyone says.. but when you get to that point, love is never enough. If you're new at this thing - it's not the best kind of game to play. Luckily you don't have much to worry about. If you aren't a douche, then you're good.

I had the odd feeling like I should run after him, like in the movies, pleading my case - grabbing his ankles and telling him how much I love him and how much this meant to me. Then I shook it off and remembered that he broke up with me and that I messed up and he messed up too. It was the conclusion of a dual partnership of ruining a 3 year long relationship. Love was true the first few years, then you start giving up shit that you shouldn't. Then soon you realize that you start changing yourself, losing yourself in "love" and you think it's the greatest feeling until the one moment they look at you and say "fuck you bitch, I'm outta here. PEACE"

Then the feeling of hurt, pain and all that bad things put together get to you and you feel shambled and unwilling to let go.

Lucky for me, this is the 123128347827346872364872365th time.
I'm good for now.

Post script.
Love ain't nothing but a four letter word.