Sunday, 31 October 2010
I miss the way we were so crazy about each  other, two young teenagers madly in love. Sometimes I wish I could tell  you everything, make everything all right. I know that you still love  me, but there’s something jaded about the way you look at me now.  There’s something in our conversations that keeps us from saying  everything that we’d like to. I don’t know if it’ll ever get that good  again and I’m afraid to let go of all this and afraid of starting  something new because what if its never the same? What if you were the  best one for me? If I could meet you again for the first time what would  I say? Knowing you’d become my first love in the future every day for  almost two years. And we’d become glue. But somewhere down the line, we  didn’t stick anymore. There will come a day when you lay your head on a  guy’s chest and you realize his heartbeat doesn’t match yours. Our love  was so strong that we felt each other’s love from 3,000 miles away. I  will love you until I can sing no mo! re. You haunt the stars in the  sky. What makes you think that you cannot love me again? I just wish we  could go back to where you realize that you are happy with me. That we  can be happy again. You may say you don’t love me anymore, but I know  deep down you do. If you just give me a call. If you just listen to what  I have to say, then maybe we can be together again. Maybe, we can be  that couple that no body could stop the love coming from each other’s  hearts. I find it impossible to get through to you, but for some reason  after a year I’m still fighting for it. Still fighting for that phone  call from you. To hear your voice on the other end. To feel that happy  again. I just wish you knew how much I miss you. How much time is spent  thinking about you. How much time I spend my day just thinking things  through, to get you back.
Saturday, 30 October 2010
Friday, 29 October 2010
too many thoughts = insomonia.
Laying in bed at night is the worst. I can  never fall asleep straight away so I just lay there, sometimes for a number of hours, thinking about  things that I just can’t seem to get out of my head which is so  frustrating. I would love to just lay there with nothing to think about.  Everything would just be so easy and I’d never get myself upset, or  angry or sad, or happy for that matter. Emotions are horrible.            
I was lying in my bed this morning and all of a sudden I got this really  sharp pain right by my heart. I felt like I was getting stabbed in the  heart. It lasted for about 15 seconds. My thoughts were racing and I was  trying to breathe heavy to get it to go away and I thought I was going  to die. And this is the part where it applies to every single one of  you. I’ve tried to take my life before, I’ve wanted to die so many times  in my life, but when I felt like something was going to kill me without  my control, all of those thoughts stopped. In my mind I was begging I  would be okay. No matter how much you hate the world, no matter how much  you hate yourself, there are answers that are better than death.  Believe me. There are people that love you. I love you, for crying out  loud. There are people who would be a wreck if you were gone. There is a  reason we are all on this Earth, I promise you, even if you don’t see  it now. And if you’re feeling alone, know that the world can be a lonely  place but it would be lonelier without you in it.
People think depression is just being sad. It's not.
It’s like everything drains away. You don’t feel  human anymore. As it gets worse, you start to feel nothing at all. It’s  numbness and darkness. Emptiness. You’re a monster. You’re terrified.  And you can’t fight it. It’s not like physical pain. It’s so much  worse.  Maybe if people understood that, nobody would attack someone else for  what’s wrong in their life. Maybe nobody would have to feel alone  anymore. It’s  this horrible creeping feeling. It starts in your chest and spreads in  all directions. It fills your head with lies that you start to believe.  The lies are the truth and the truth is a lie. Nothing is real anymore.  All you know is you can’t remember what it was like to feel. It's staying in all week looking forward to the weekend. And then when the weekend comes, you don't do anything.
I really fucking miss you.
I miss this, and I really miss you. I don't know why I'm always pushing you away, perhaps I know it's because I know your no good for me, and I don't want to find myself overly attached to you all over again. but I knew that at the start, over a year ago. After all the shit you've put me through, and what we've been through together I still care about you alot, and I don't know why I do because I really shouldn't care about you at all. Noone has EVER had a hold over me the way you do, so thats quite a achievement for yourself. Your a cunt, and I'm a cunt. But I know the feelings I have for you are true. and the hardest thing is knowing there is no possible way we could ever be together. But the thing is, I don't actually want a relationship from you, But I don't want anyone else to have you. And I know they have, and still do. Which is why you're such a cunt.September 2009 xxx
3 days till Jamaica
despite not being on talking terms with my mother, I'm still very excited about my trip to Jamaica. I just bloody hope I don't get a seat next to that bitch on the plane !
Thursday, 28 October 2010
Wednesday, 27 October 2010
Sometimes I wish I could bring back time
Tuesday, 26 October 2010
The truth is I still care and always will. I’m not the type of girl to let people walk out of my life and pretend that they don’t matter anymore. I may not like that person anymore or talk to him or her but, I still care. I’m always going to think back to my life and say I wondered what happened to so and so. I hope they’re all right. I will actually mean it. That is the type of person I am. Once you’re in my heart, you’re there forever.
You start to lose yourself when people want you to be something that’s  perfect. I’m not fucking perfect, and no one is. I’ve always been me,  whatever that means, and I think I’m nice, other people think I’m a  bitch because I’m opinionated: I admit, I’m crazy, I’ve never claimed to  be sane but I think I’m nice.
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