Sunday, May 31, 2009
But That's What Makes It Fun
I will never forget how much you meant to me and how little I meant to you.
Last night memories...
One of the best love songs ever made.
Another best love song ever made
I am in love with this song...
I think i will make a new play list... :D
Last time was really fun at Fabiola party. I saw many people I haven’t seen since my b-day party. But I left early from it though, I don’t know I just didn’t feel like staying there for a long time. I just wanted to home and just hit the bed. I guess I was tired from the night before. But beside all of that I really had a good time.
Fabiola and I
Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like ‘Maybe we should just be friends’ or ‘How very perceptive’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
You know what I think hurts the most? The feeling of being replaced. It’s like no matter what you did, it wasn’t enough. And no matter what you do to try and capture their heart again, doesn’t seem to work. And you’re suddenly left thinking that you’ll never be enough. And a sudden sadness captures your heart that never really leaves.
Last night I finally broke down, I couldn’t take anymore. I had some much stuff in side of me that I couldn’t take it and I just let everything out. I don’t know what’s going on with me. I feel like I am braking in to pieces and everything I do it just coming out bad. I don’t know, I feel like I am not my self anymore or something. I just feel weird for some reason I really don’t know what I am doing. I need to get my shit together
Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
"I guess that's what makes a friendship last, the memories, good ones, and bad ones." - David
And is true that’s what make a really good friendship. I know over about the past years I have been a really bad friend. All this time I been telling my self I been a good friend in which I am not. I been lying to my self all this time. I guess I shouldn’t be to hard on my self. People change, people make mistake no one is perfect. Is not that I am being a bad friend is just that I feel this way even since what happen last time. Even my closet guy friend told me what I did was really wrong and I guess I didn’t saw it that way. I saw it like I was doing something good but it wasn’t. all I could do now is try to make everything better even is not the same anymore at least I know I gave it my best.
And is true that’s what make a really good friendship. I know over about the past years I have been a really bad friend. All this time I been telling my self I been a good friend in which I am not. I been lying to my self all this time. I guess I shouldn’t be to hard on my self. People change, people make mistake no one is perfect. Is not that I am being a bad friend is just that I feel this way even since what happen last time. Even my closet guy friend told me what I did was really wrong and I guess I didn’t saw it that way. I saw it like I was doing something good but it wasn’t. all I could do now is try to make everything better even is not the same anymore at least I know I gave it my best.
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