Saturday, 04 August 2012
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You’re not my problem anymore, go away.
You don’t want to let people in, it’s hard for you. And once you let those people in, you don’t want to let them go, and when they fuck up, it’s like, why would you do that to me? Like I gave you my feelings, I did everything for you, and you still screwed me over, it’s like you wish they were a better person. - Audrina
Every day I worry, that’s all I ever do. I worry about what happened to me today, and then I worry about what will happen to me in the morning, I worry about what they will think of me, I worry about what they will say to me. I’m worried they will hurt me again tomorrow like they did today.
She paints a lovely picture, but there’s a shocking twist, the paintbrush is a razor and the canvas is her wrists.
Couldn’t see the point of getting up, I had nothing to look forward to.
I always wonder if people really care, or if they’re just curious.
Surround yourself with people who make you happy. People who make you laugh, who help you when you’re in need. People who would never take advantage of you, people who genuinely care, they are the ones worth keeping in your life. Everyone else is just passing through.
Why worry about things you cannot change? Move on because life isn’t waiting.
And in time, this too shall pass.
Sometimes you need to put the past behind the saddest aside, you need to forget everything you ever felt, your feelings, your thoughts, everything that was ever there, because you can’t get hurt if you don’t care.
Be strong now, because things will get better. It might be stormy now, but it can’t rain forever.
Same bullshit, different person.
Do not base your happiness of someone else.
Do not look back, and grieve over the past, for it is gone; do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful, that it will be worth remembering.
And then you feel so low you can’t feel anything at all.
Yesterday I cared so much; today I don’t give a fuck, tomorrow I’ll probably care again.
She’s getting stronger, you know, since you pushed her away. No, you threw her away. She’s learned. You aren’t the only thing she talks about anymore, she laughs a little more, and I can see that glow inside her begin to flicker again. It’s a beautiful site. She’s picking herself up and she’s getting stronger. She’s getting more immune to you every day.
“Ask yourself this question: ‘Will this matter a year from now?’” – Richard Carlson
I want you on top of me.
The more I see you, the more I love you.
Honestly, I don’t need someone that sees what’s good about me, I need someone that sees the bad, and still wants me.
I’m sorry that I’m sometimes not good enough.
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