It's perfectly normal that you're in love with him. Who wouldn't be? He has everything that you've been told all your life that you need in a guy and now all those fairytales and dreams of Mr. Right are standing right in front of you in a pair of khaki shorts and a tshirt. It's completely understandable that the moment he said your name in his jokey voice, you indulged in every letter of it. It only seems right that when he said that he'll miss you, you wanted to jump in his arms and cry that you'll miss him more. It's completely normal that you're in love with him, so let yourself.

If I could go back and tell myself what I know now, I'd tell myself to tell you right there and then that you are the most beautiful person I've ever met. I'd tell myself that you're worth every bit of the risk, and at heart, you're too nice to be harsh to me anyways. I'd tell myself to not be afraid, because why wouldn't you like me. I'd tell myself that it wasn't that hard, that I had the power in myself to reach for your hand that night, I'd tell myself that we were meant for each other. But most of all, I would like to go back and tell myself it's okay that I think I'm in love with you. 

Everywhere I go I see and hear nothing but things that remind me of you, and I can't tell if that's giving me a little bit of you to hold on to, or if it's creating an empty space in my heart as large as the distance between us. I can't say it to you because I'm living in this complete fear of what your reaction will be. But sometimes, I just wish you knew that I miss you.

Everything came so easy for me with you. Waking up to you, introducing myself, smiling at every word you said, laughing at every sarcastic remark, saying goodbye just so we could meet again, breaking through small talk, being wild, being free, being myself. It all felt so natural. I guess that's why it was easy for me to want to wake up to you, to be able to talk to you so I can smile at every word and laugh at all our inside jokes. It's so easy for me to doodle your name across my notebook with hearts, and finish my first name with your last. I said goodbye knowing I might never see you again, but I spend each hello wishing it was to you. I'm not as wild, not as free, and not as myself with anybody else. And now what came to me so easy is the hardest thing, for me to watch you walk away. 

Life is too short to waste your time, energy and love on a fucking asshole.

It's weird. I mean, yeah, I miss you. But it's so much more than that. I miss the way my heart just stops at the sight of you and your smile. But the sad part is, it's not just your smile I'm missing. It's mine too.

It's when I'm standing six feet away from you and not being able to find the words to tell you how much I love you and I miss you that I just want to scream to the whole room that I'm still in love with you. It's when I'm sitting alone with the phone in my hand, dialling your number and just hanging up that I would trade a thousand tomorrows for just one yesterday. It's when I'm really sad about something and I need someone to talk to that I realize you're the only one who knew me at all. It's when I cry myself to sleep at night and it hits me how much I would give to hold you at that very moment. It's when I think about you that I realize no one else in this world is meant for me.

Life sucks because sometimes it feels like no one cares about you. But don't give up; things are hard but I know you'll get through them. If you feel like letting go just hold on a bit longer because there is something or someone worth waiting for, and in the end it will all make sense. 

Goodbyes make you think. They make you realize what you've had, what you've lost and what you've taken for granted.

I don't know why we all hang on to something we know we're better off letting go of, it's like we're scared to lose what we really don't even have. Some of us say we'd rather have something than nothing at all, but the truth is, to have it halfway is harder than not having it at all.

Do I miss you? I guess you could say no, I don't miss you. I miss the boy I fell for. The one who called me not because he had to but because he wanted to. The boy who would hold my hand and open the car door every chance he got. Who I could argue with for hours upon hours about nothing then laugh about it later. I miss the boy who wasn't afraid to be himself around me. The boy who would be sad if we didn't hang out everyday. But most of all I miss the boy I could trust. That's who I miss. How could I miss you? You're not that boy anymore.

I know you're upset about him. It's okay, be upset. Cry, scream into your pillow till you think you've lost your voice. But looking back on this stupid boy who broke your heart in the future, you'll laugh at him. Laugh because he thought he was doing the right thing at the right time. Turns out he wasn't, because he lost something amazing. And you'll thank him. Thank him for making you stronger, and to say to tell with him, I'm great. But most importantly you'll appreciate what he did, because without him leaving you, you wouldn't have found the amazing boy you're with now.

Sorry doesn't fix everything, sorry doesn't dry my tears, sorry doesn't put my heart back together again, but sorry does help me realize you're not worth my time. 

It's the boy you never told "I like you." It's the one you let get away. It's the one you never really, truly had. He'll always be the one you go back to, even if he doesn't feel the same way.

Sometimes, I don't know what to say. Where to go. Who to be with. I just don't know. All I know is I have a pathway for my life and it's pretty goddamn blurry and I feel like certain decisions may make things clear. Sometimes, I can only handle so much. You take things so far and I really don't know how to deal with it. I love you, I do. But I just don't know what to say anymore. I'm tired of fighting every fucking day. I'm tired of going to bed angry. I'm tired of waking up the same. I'm just tired. I'm tired of caring so much for someone who in reality, couldn't give a single fuck about me. You have to put yourself in someone else's shoes to understand how it feels. But you're never in my position. Never. You never understand the way I feel and how much I hurt. And I hate that. You can only push me for so long. 

It's okay. It's okay to want someone you can't have. It's okay to want something more. It's okay to cry when you're hurt, and it's okay to stay mad at someone who hurt you. Believe it or not, it's always going to be okay. That's just how it works. Sometimes things don't work out how you want them to, and most of the time, it seems like they never will. But eventually, everything is going to iron out some way or another. You just have to believe, keep your faith, and move on.

I don't mind that you have someone new, but don't be calling me. Stop telling me you miss me and that I'm the only thing that you want now and forever. You had me once and lost your chance.

I'd like to think I've never did those things, or never said that to you. But the truth is, I did and that's a part of me. I make mistakes, and I know who I am because of them. I lost you because of them, but to lose you meant to gain myself.

When you see me now, I hope you're sorry and I hope you regret how much you hurt me. I hope you see me with someone else, and wish it was you. I hope you regret all you've done and wish you could take it all back. 

It's kinda fucked up isn't it? How all of a sudden, someone just wakes up and decides to never talk to you again. No reason, no explanation. No words said. They just leave you hanging like you never meant shit to them, and what hurts the most is how they made it look so easy.

You gradually get over the pain. It doesn't go away, not for a long time, but it becomes easier to live with. One morning you wake up and he's not the first thing on your mind.

Even if you think the pain has died, there's at least one lyric that'll hit that spot, and then you'll find yourself as fucked as the day you lied and said you never wanted to see him again.

You can't tell someone you love them then change your mind. That's not how it works. Once you love someone, you always love them. Isn't there a part of you that thinks of him for no reason? They'll always be in the back of your mind. And no matter how much you love someone else, you'll always love them too.

I should hate him for the ways he's treated me. Except that I don't. I wish I did. I wish I could. Maybe that's what real love is - not hating someone when you have every reason to.

All this time I've been blaming myself. Blaming myself for you leaving and for you lying and for putting my trust in you. I've blamed myself for you never caring and for you never giving a shit about me. I told myself that there was obviously something wrong with me, that's why you talked to other girls. I've blamed myself for jumping off a cliff just waiting for you to catch me. But really? You pushed me. You pushed me off the fucking cliff and you never had any intentions of ever catching me. You were just going to let me fall. Watch me struggle, watch me reach for you, call out your fucking name. And we both know you heard me, but you weren't ever going to help me. I blamed myself for the lies you told me. I could've sworn the reason you lied so much was because I wasn't good enough. You thought so much of yourself, you were so self righteous and selfish and egotistic. You could only be with the prettiest and hottest of girls and you would never settle for less. No one was ever fucking good enough; at least I never was. And for the longest time I blamed it on my imperfections, on my flaws. But now I know it's just you. It's not me at all, because my imperfections make me who I am. And you should've had the heart to accept them, but you didn't; you were too caught up in yourself and how other people saw you that you didn't realize what you were doing. Well fuck you. You don't deserve the girl you have now. And you never deserved me. I told you I didn't know if I could ever trust you, I told you that I didn't think you were a good guy and I was terrified everyday that you would leave me. But no, you came around and you told me you'd prove to me that you were a good guy and that what everyone said about you was completely wrong. And I fell for it. I fell for the tales, the stories, the lies. You told me you wouldn't leave like everyone else fucking did; you told me you'd be there. Always. And were you? Fuck no. Of course you weren't. You were so caught up in your ego to ever focus on anything other than yourself. So guess what you did to me, you made me look like the fool. And idiot. Why would I ever believe in you, or trust you, when I knew straight up that you were a fucking liar. You made me look pathetic, and you know what? I'm sick of it. I'm sick of feeling like all this was my fault like I'm the stupid one, that I'm the one who missed out. Well fuck you, YOU missed out. You told me you wouldn't leave and you did. So you know what, good. You're gone for good. I'm done missing you, you were nothing but an asshole. You were rude and self absorbed. And because of that, I'm done. I thought I ruined this, I thought I wasn't good enough, that you destroyed me. But to be honest, you ruined it, you always ruin everything. And you will never get the satisfaction of knowing that you destroyed me, because you didn't. I'm stronger now because of this. I'm not stronger because of you, I'm stronger because I've had enough. And kid, fuck you. You missed out. So don't ever come back for me, don't come back at all. Because I won't be here waiting anymore, I'm just fine without you. 

I expected too much, I was needy, I was jealous even though I'm not a jealous person. We both said a lot of things in the heat of the moment. We were perfect and we were totally meant to be together - we just met at the wrong time. Maybe we'll be together in the future, I don't know: I'm constantly looking for him in other people. 

Perfect would be: cuddled up on a coach with you, watching finding nemo. And you telling me that you'll always come and find me.

Even though I'm very bitter and regret some parts of it, he's still the most important person that's ever been in my life.

I hope while she's at your house taking off her clothes you're thinking of me. I hope as you're kissing her you miss my fingers running through your hair. I hope you realize it was such a mistake for you to let me go without a care. I hope as she's climbing off your bed to go home, you wish it was me you had called. And I hope you know in that stupid fucking head of yours that if you had called me, I would have stared at my phone and laughed. 

It's like you're screaming and no one can hear. You almost feel ashamed that someone could be that important. That without them you feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts; you feel hopeless like nothing can save you. And when it's over and gone, you almost wish that you can have all the bad stuff back...so you could have the good.

Nothing is the same anymore. The looks aren't the same; the bond isn't the same. Nothing is the same. I know we've fought to stay strong for awhile, but sometimes I feel that being strong would mean letting go. So maybe one day we don't pretend anymore. So maybe one day, it will be okay again. That's all I want. I don't care what it takes; I want it to be okay again. 

To sum up the past year, I would basically remember the mornings I had you in mind while getting dressed. The hours we spent talking. The flirty texts we exchanged. The hugs, the smiles, and all the good times. I mean yeah it didn't work out the way I really wanted it to but I'm not going to remember you in a bad way. Other guys I've dated, I say they're assholes but you're different. It didn't work out, but I still love you as a person. You're still incredible in my mind. And you will always be.

I liked the days when boys were written down on your paper listed on your top 5, instead of you carrying them in your heart. When you would brag about how cool your parents were, instead of talking about how they now ruin your lives. When the only reason you didn't want to get out of bed for school was because you were sleepy, and now it's because each day is a struggle. When hide and seek was the coolest game, instead of guys seeing how many girls they can wheel at a time. When you wished upon birthday candles, and now you wish on a boy who is holding your heart. The days when you were just a kid who still had their innocence, and now you're a teenager who knows everything has changed.

"Please don't do this," she said softly, her eyes pleading as she stood there so close but seemingly so far from him. But she couldn't bring herself to beg, she wouldn't be that girl. She had long ago made a promise that she would never let a guy think that she needed him so much. And she knew it would hurt, maybe for some time. But she also knew that she would make it, she was built strong. If he was gonna leave her, she'd rather him do it now so she could sooner start to pick up the pieces. 

I often wonder how different everything in my life would be if I never cried for him; if I never let him destroy every little bit of me and crushed my ego. I wonder what he would have felt if I never gave him the satisfaction that he hurt me. If I never cried in front of him, he would have never seen how vulnerable I was and he would have realized I was strong. Except he heard me cry so many times that he knew, he knew he would hurt me. And the thing is, he never cared, not one bit. 

After everything we had been through, it's heartbreaking that you can feel such hatred toward me now. I was never once bitter or angry, but you for some reason go out of your way to humiliate me in front of all your friends. It's like you want me to feel the pain; you want me to hurt so badly that I go running away in shame of myself. Well here it is, everything I've been dying to tell you: I may feel the weakness now, but one day I will be stronger and I will move on from you. So give up, you're not achieving anything. 

I think if he knew exactly how much I think about him, how much I truly care for him, and how hopelessly in love with him I am, maybe he would understand why I am so hurt by what he did to me. But he will never understand. No one understands. I have yet to meet someone who shares the hurt that I have witnessed. And that scares me.

As hard as it was to move on, I think I'm finally okay with how we are. At some point, we both wish we didn't ignore each other like that. I'll be forgiving you, just like you were forgiving me. People make mistakes, second chances are okay. It's like a weight has just been lifted, I can finally breathe and not worry about what he will say, or when he would've finally stopped ignoring me. Because now I no longer care, he just doesn't concern me. I just wonder if he'll come back to me, wishing he would've never screwed things up. I just hope our friendship can have another chance. But if this is the way it was meant to be, then I'm honestly okay. 

Right about now, I just really need to cry. So much has built up inside me and I just can't handle it anymore. I can't handle the pressure of always having to be perfect and constantly happy when I'm clearly not. But I can't cry. I can't let anyone see how much you truly hurt me, because you did, a lot more than I lead on.

Sometimes you just need someone. Someone to make you smile when you're sad, to tell you that you're beautiful. Someone to look forward to seeing you everyday. Someone to call you every night just to say I love you and mean it. 

No matter what, once in your life, someone will hurt you. That someone will take all that you are, and rip it into pieces and they won't even watch where the pieces land. But through the breakdown, you'll learn something about yourself. You'll learn that you're strong. And no matter how hard they destroy you, that you can conquer anyone.

I'm not even upset, hurt, or angry anymore. I'm just tired. I'm tired of putting in more effort than I receive. I'm tired of holding on for nothing. I'm tired of believing all your lies. I'm tired of proving me wrong every time. I'm tired of getting my hopes up and being disappointed again.

You hurt me. And I mean really hurt me. So much that I don't think I'll ever be as happy as I was before you happened. What happened anyways? We used to be so happy together, and then, everything just changed. You weren't the person I once loved, and I guess I just keep holding onto that person that I once knew. I guess I just have to realize that he's not there anymore and he's never coming back, and I just have to move on and try my best to be happy.

I'm scared. I'm scared that I'm not going to be okay. That maybe it's not going to work out in the end. Maybe that's giving up hope but maybe it's thinking logically. I've had too much time alone to think about this. But it's like I've had this time because I actually give a fuck about people. I have compassion, and apparently, I'm the only one. I never got the memo to give up on your best friends.

As you get older, you stop being scared of the dark. You realize the dark is just the dark. But you also become scared of other things, people themselves. You learn that not everyone wants to see you succeed. You become aware of people's underlying intentions and selfish actions. And the monsters you used to check for under your bed at night, don't even compare to some of the things people do.

Don't tell me you miss me. Don't even go there. You had your chance, I gave you so many but your ego was just too big to take them. So I gave up on you. I'm not going to wait around for some guy who acts like he doesn't even want me. So no, don't say you miss me. Cause I honestly don't care.

Don't worry. He'll miss you. You're the best he could get and he blew it. Don't let him make you think for one second that it was your fault. It's not. He screwed up, and you did absolutely nothing wrong. You gave him your heart and you trusted him to keep it and protect it, but he couldn't. And honestly he's not mature enough. He's not smart enough. If he was smart, he would have cared for you with every fibre of his being and been with you in every spare second he could, but he didn't and now he's gone. But don't you cry. Don't call him telling him you miss him, don't message him, pretend like you don't care because, well, you don't. And don't be surprised when he comes crawling back saying he made a mistake, and if you want to, go with him again, but make him work for you. Don't be his doormat. Don't let him in the first time he rings the bell, make him come back every day until you trust him enough. If he doesn't come back after a couple of tries, just let him go. But if he comes back every day then he's worth it, trust me. He's worth it.

I screamed every hurtful word that I could think of, and what killed me is that they didn't hurt you at all. You didn't care what I said, you never have.

Shit doesn't happen, life happens. Things go wrong, people change, and sometimes it feels like you can't go on. But in the end, you have to stop blaming everyone else and put it on yourself to be happy, because it's your life and you have to make it through the hard times to get stronger.

If you're looking for reasons not to be with somebody you always find them, and I guess at some point you should let go and give your heart what it deserves.

I hate how people act like it's so incredibly easy to forget the past, because it's not. I can't just forget all the lies, and all the games. But most of all, I can't just forget every single night I blamed myself for your mistakes. And sure, the past is the past and it's unchangeable even if you do regret it, but that still doesn't make it hurt any less, even after all this time.

I don't know what I do to be put through this. I guess it's not worth anything to you. I try my best but I guess I wasn't good enough.

I know there are some things you can't change. I know there are some situations where apologies hold no bearings. I know that twists of fate bring people together, and sometimes "everything happens for a reason" can tear them apart. I know that I will never forget you, for you will always have a place in my heart.

Letting go doesn't mean we don't care. Letting go doesn't mean we shut down. Letting go means we stop trying to the force outcomes and make people behave. It means we give up resistance to the way things are, for the moment. It means we stop trying to do the impossible; controlling that which we cannot. And instead, focus on what is possible.

I'm missing way too much, so when do I give up what I've been wishing for? I can't find another way around and I don't want to hear the sound of losing what I never found.

You asked me if I was okay. I said yes. I don't know which scares me the most: that you couldn't tell I'm lying or you didn't care.

I hope she falls in love with someone else while you're gone and breaks your fucking heart. I hope you come back next year, expecting to have her waiting on you, and I hope that when you see her with another guy, even more in love than she was with you, all you want to do is fall apart. I hope you go in search of your other female play things, and I hope all of them, including me, have found a guy worthy of their time and infatuation. I hope it eats you up inside, and I hope you finally get a taste of your own medicine. I hope you don't find another girl to hurt. I hope you're alone forever, because that's exactly what you deserve. 

There's only so many times you can allow someone to let you down before you can't handle the disappointment anymore. When things change, people change. There's a point in life where you get tired of chasing everyone trying to fix things. But it's not giving up, you've got to do what's right for you, even if it hurts.

The most painful, and worst possible types of goodbyes are the ones that are never said, or never even explained.

I make guy friends because I know that no one could ever replace you. I avoid making female friends because I never know who might be able to replace me if I bring them around. 

If there's anything I've learned in this whole getting over you process, it's that you're always going to mean something to me no matter what happens. You're always going to be somewhere deep down inside of me. Even when I'm happily married to the man of my dreams, if I were to run into you on the street and those gorgeous blue eyes were to meet mine, my heart would skip a beat because I'll never forget you and the way you made me feel when we were young and stupidly in love.

I saw you today and realize how far apart we've grown. I know I should talk to you and ask how you're doing. And I really wish I could. But it's just occurred to me that we're strangers now. You don't know me anymore, much less want to, and it's okay that you've moved on. I know that everything's different now. I've been staying strong.

She's beautiful but she'll never admit it. Music is her life, literally. Ask for a good song, she'll give you five. Jeans and wearing her hair down are her trademarks. She's afraid of the dark and obsessed with her friends. When she smiles her whole face lights up. And her heart is broken by a guy who doesn't love her. And you know what? She actually cares.

It sucks when you know that you need to let go, but you can't because you're still waiting for the impossible to happen.

We are all strangers connected by what we reveal, what we share, and what we take away - our stories. I guess that's what I love about books; they are thin strands of humanity who tether us to one another for a small bit of time, that makes us feel less alone or even more comfortable with our loneliness if need be.

No matter what you've done, or how many times you've done it, no matter how many times you've failed at trying to change it, no matter how disappointed you are in yourself, and no matter what choice you've made, you can be forgiven. You deserve to be forgiven. You can be loved. You deserve to be loved.

I'm pretty much numb at this point. I figure any other horrible thing he can do now, won't affect me. You can't break a heart that's already broken. At least, I hope you can't. But if it's possible, then at least I know what's next.

How long can you go pretending you're fine without him? How many lies can you tell your best friend? How many smiles can you fake when you're trying so hard not to cry? How many texts have you wanted to send, just to say one last I love you? When does it come to the point when you just can't take it anymore?

I hate the way that, even though I'm moved on and completely happy, you still sneak into my mind. When I dream, I dream of you and I somehow finding each other again and coming back together. I'm happy and moved on and in a new place, but somehow you still somehow subconsciously find me.

There will always be that first true love. The one you first spent the night crying for. The one that never really worked out but you kept your hopes up too much. The one who got away. The one who taught you all you need to know about love. And the one that until now, is still the one you look back to whenever you try to love again.

And for a moment I felt like he truly cared. He wanted to know why I pushed him away, and all I could say was, "I can't love you anymore."

I've always avoided fights. I make jokes instead. I tell people what they want to hear in order to avoid a confrontation. I pretend to want things I don't want, and I pretend not to want things I do want. No one gets hurt. Except me. The lines are so crossed and blurred at this point that I don't know what I want. I just know I want it to be easy.

I've never understood the reasoning for someone to "move on" from a relationship. It's not like you're really going to "move on", you're just trying to tell your heart to stop thinking about that person every second of every minute of every day until it finally becomes a routine and you don't notice it anymore. That is, until you see that person again, with someone who isn't you, and then you have to remind yourself again.

This is for you, my best friend. The one I can tell my soul to. Who can relate to me like no other. Who I can laugh with to no extent, who I can cry to when times are tough, who can help me with the problems of my life. Never have you turned your back on me or told me I wasn't good enough or let me down. I don't think you know what that means to me. You gave gone through so much pain and you still have time for me. And I love you for listening even when inside you are dying. And I look up to you because you are caring, strong, and beautiful. Even though you don't think you are. And I hope you know that I'm always here to listen to you laugh and cry and help in all the ways that I can. And I will try to be at least half the friend you are to me. I hope you know I would not to be the person I am today, without you, my best friend.

Treat him right, okay? He probably doesn't deserve it but I know he needs the best he can get, and if I can't be the one to give it to him, I want you to. I know that every time I look at you, I would love to see you out of his life, but you just have to understand that I loved him for so long and it's going to take me awhile to let go of the fact that he's in love with someone else, and I know he loves you. I can tell by the look in his eyes when he sees you, that you mean the world to him. He used to look at me with those eyes sometimes. I could've sworn they told me he loved me too, but things change and I'm learning to accept that. So don't be angry with me if I still cry when I see you two together. You've got to understand that I could've spent the rest of my life with him and wanted nothing more. You've got to understand that I looked forward to seeing him more than anything in the whole world. You've got to understand that I never wanted to let go, but I had to. He hurt too much to keep. So take care of him, okay? He needs it, and even though it kills me to say this... He needs you too.

Someone tell me why I'm so easy to forget. I wish people wanted to be in my life, but instead they walk right out of it. I wish people could see me for who I truly am and then maybe, just maybe, they'll want to say. These walls aren't helping. And so the cycle continues, and people always leave.

So, you're back in town. Yeah, I still love you. Yeah, I still want to be with you more than anything. But it's really not that simple. You left without a word. You left for a whole fucking year without telling me and hearing barely anything from you the whole time you were gone. Yeah, go ahead and blame it on the distance for why you didn't keep in touch with me. So now I'm just supposed to take you back and act all normal just because you're back, apparently forever, and you claim you still have feelings for me? No, it's really not that simple. 

Ever have that one person in your life that you just can't give up on, the one person that can screw you over time after time, yet you always seem to give them another chance? And no matter how many times you say this is their last one, you know it's a lie because there's always just one more waiting for them. The one person you know you're better off without, but you can't find a way to let them go because deep down inside, you wouldn't know what to do without them. The one person you know doesn't deserve you, but yet you choose to overlook it because you love him. Yeah? Well, he's that guy for me.

I'm sorry for always wanting to talk to you. I'm sorry for caring too much. I'm sorry for trusting you. I'm sorry for ever believing a word you said. I'm sorry for being me and not being the girl of your dreams. I'm sorry for not being good enough. I'm sorry for ever loving you, but it's your fault, I wouldn't have fallen if you hadn't of pushed me.

There's a point in your life when you know who's there forever, and who's just around for awhile. People change, but keep in mind, so do you. Sometimes for the best, and sometimes for the worst. Bad things happen to everyone, but you're not in it alone. People lie, and some people just don't care how you feel, but that's life. Your heart beats, no matter how much pain you're in, but everything will be okay eventually. There are always people in your life that just make your day, no matter the miles. I know all about distance, I've been dealing with it all my life. Don't tell me it's easy, because it's not. I will be the first to tell you that it's all worth it though. I'd rather keep in touch with the people I love, than just drop everything and forget about them. You don't forget the ones you love; it just doesn't work that way. You got to give it all you've got and live your life to the fullest.

It's not that I'm afraid anymore, I'm not. It's just that I'm skeptical. I'm skeptical that things are going to be normal again. I doubt that we'll ever be the same. And I guess I'm afraid I'll miss who we were.

I love that feeling. You know, the one you get when you take a deep breath and suddenly everything feels like it's going to be okay. When you're hopeless as can be, and life is going nowhere, there's those moments we have every now and then where we just stop, and we get this feeling, that can't be described, but you just feel like everything really is going to be okay. Like the world stopped spinning for a second, and everything was clear. I need more of those moments.

It's amazing how some people just say these small things, one sentence and it changes the way you feel about them in an instant. Small little words that can hurt you so much or make you fall deeply in love. It changes everything; nothing between you is ever really the same again, even if they don't know it.

I'm so tired of dancing around these big words. I just want to be honest with you. More than anything I want to be honest with you. But do you think you're ready for that honesty? Because honesty is a big word and it changes things, and it complicates things. Are you sure you're ready for everything that goes along with the truth?

My favourite hugs are the ones given for comfort. The kind of hugs where you can just wrap your arms around the other person, and they won't let go until the tears stop from rolling down your face. When you feel like there's absolutely nothing that can make you feel better, sometimes a hug from someone you care about it all you need.

I decided that enough is enough. That since you obviously don't care about me anymore, I am going to just move on. Easier said than done I suppose, because at the end of the day I'm staring out the window with these tears on my cheeks. Look what you've done to me.

Maybe all I really wanted was anyone. Anyone. Not you. Not him. Just anyone that could give me a reason to live through the day. And sure, we weren't supposed to end in this particular way, but I didn't love oyu. And you know you didn't love me.

One of the hardest decisions you will ever have to make is whether to stay and try harder or take your memories and walk away.

It's so hard when you've lost control. It was never as easy as it was before you and I lost touch. This might sound crazy but I don't know how to let you go. It's hard to keep on fighting when all you know is losing.

There's a reason I don't expect a lot out of people. There's a reason why I smile at people's apologies, but never look at them the same way. When people have let you down enough times, you learn to not believe a word anyone says to you.

Feelings that come back are feelings that never went away.

It sucks to see people flirt with the person you're in love with. It sucks even more to see them flirt back. It makes you question if everything was and still is a lie. It makes your heart ache inside. It makes your whole body feel pain.

Bad stuff does happen sometimes. Always remember that. But remember that you have to move on, somehow, just pick up your head and stare at something beautiful like the sky, or the ocean, and you'll move on.

The hardest task in the world is convincing yourself you don't care, when in all actually, you know with your entire being that you do.

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If you're going to stay, stay forever. If you're going to leave, then do it today. If you're going to change, change for the better. And if you're going to talk, make sure you mean what you say.

You only want one thing from me, and I give in. I give in and tell myself maybe you'll care for me. You just like me less and less. I don't understand it. I do everything you want, and I'm still not good enough.

This is what I know about the truth: the farther you get away from it, or it gets away from you, the harder it is to tell.

So lets just start over. We can go back to before we messed up and we'll make everything right again.

Whenever I laugh, I hope he's watching. I'm always wondering if he misses my smile as much as I miss his.

If you keep going back, living in what's already done, the past is bound to repeat itself. And a part of me believes that's a good thing. But there's a whole portion of my soul that you just ripped out of me. And if you had just been patient with me, I would've given it to you, willingly. But you hurt me instead. And while a part of me aches to be in your arms, to be telling you I love you time and time again, I know I'm better off alone. I'm better off healing on my own than getting hurt time and time again by you.

If you're walking past someone and get that "have to know them" feeling, you should probably do something about it.

I can hide it to the world, my friends, my loved ones, my family. But I can't hide it from myself. I'm not happy.

I'm not the girl I used to be. I admit, a lot of shit got to me.

So congratulations, you made a girl who was up for anything, who could handle anything, break down and cry. You made her afraid to love, to keep her walls up and never let anyone in. You made her strong, but too strong that she'll never love like that again.

The one thing I hate the most is saying goodbye. It's never been easy for me. I mean, how do you approach the concept of goodbye? Goodbye's are all different. Some are for a day, some are for a month, but others are forever. And the concept of forever is hard to accept. It's like, hey, I'm never going to see you again, goodbye. It doesn't feel complete. But I think that's what goodbyes are. They're incomplete and you honestly don't know how long the goodbye will last. It's a part of life.

I want so badly to tell you what I was actually thinking about that night. But if I were to do that, everything might change between us. And I'm not so sure if I'm ready for that.

The thing I love most about myself is being able to walk past people I know are talking about me and not letting it get to me, even when I know how harsh their words are.

It's nights like these that are the worst. You stay up all night and can't get yourself to fall asleep, so all you do is think; think about everything. Everything that you've been through in your life. And as always, it's mostly bad things that stand out the most. You reminisce about the good times you've had with people that no longer exist in your life. You think about how much happier you used to be and how everything was better before. It's nights like this when you realize just how lonely you are, and how you wish that things would be alright for once.

I feel so far away from everything but I still feel comfort in being alone. That way I can lock my emotions away and no one will see the pain behind my smile. The loneliness begins to eat away at me until I can't take it anymore, yet I still won't let you in. You'll never see the real me. Because if this happens, I'll have nothing left to shelter me, no illusion to shade the truth.

You know why it's hard to be happy? It's because we refuse to let go of the things that make us sad.

So you'll come across so many people in your life. Ones you think will stay in your life, stay with you forever. You come across people you will love, very much. But sometimes love isn't enough to tackle all the obstacles in life and you will have to deal with the heartbreak of knowing that that person you love is gone and you're left, alone, to try your very hardest to fall out of love. To do something you never thought you'd have to do. Just keep your head held high. Don't let it get to you, don't fall apart. Clear your heart and let it go. And when it comes around again, let it.

Worry doesn't keep the bad stuff from happening, it just prevents you from enjoying the good.

Sometimes you just have to finally admit that you don't deserve any of this and leave. Even if it's going to be the hardest thing you ever do.

It's strange how life works. You want something and you wait and wait, and feel like it's taking forever to come. Then it happens and it's over, and all you want to do is curl back up in that moment before things changed.

And sometimes, we can fall in love with someone for all the wrong reasons and still love them after the hurt. Because sometimes, and most times, we can't pick who we love. And even though we know we shouldn't love them, we do and always will, because there are just a small number of people in this world who will "get" us for reasons we can't explain, even when they shouldn't.

I just don't feel like I know myself very well right now, so how can I be sure about anything? Most of the time I feel so awkward, you know, like I don't belong in my own skin. I get frustrated at everything, I could just scream and there's no reason for it, I just hate myself.

I don't know. I don't want it to be like this. I hate the way you've made me feel and I'm sick of pretending that it doesn't hurt me. Because it really does.

Life's not supposed to be easy but sometimes don't you think that it could cut us a break? I mean when you wake up in the morning knowing that you're going to get hurt, what's the point anymore?

They ignore each other and look away, because they both knew it was never supposed to end this way.

Sometimes I think too much. And when I think too much, I can't come back. It's really hard sometimes, but I guess you get used to it after awhile.