You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-You-Are? You’re chicken. You got no guts. You’re afraid to say, ‘O.K., life’s a fact.’ People do fall in love. People do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness. You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing. You’re terrified somebody’s going to stick you in a cage. Well, baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded by Tulip, Texas or Somaliland. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.
If you are going to fall in love with me, it’s only fair that you know what you are falling in love with.You are falling in love with my insecurities, and my obsession with trying to figure out what everyone thinks of me. You are falling in love with my immaturity, my constant need to feel loved and appreciated, my overactive tear ducts, my internet obsession, my tendency to be too clingy. You fall in love with my troubled past, and my hopes and dreams, and how I’m a hopeless romantic at heart. If you fall in love with me, you fall in love with my self-hate and all my imperfections and my perception that nobody could ever love me.But, you are also falling in love with the way my eyes will smile when I’m with you, the way I’ll text you in the mornings just telling you I hope you have a great day. You’re falling in love with the occasionally humorous and/or thought-provoking things I say, and the way I blush when people ask me about you. But to me, the most important thing will be that you are falling in love with me, despite my thinking that it is impossible.
I don’t know what to say anymore. My mind runs blank every time I open up the page where I used to spill my heart. I used to have so much to say, now I can barely write a sentence. It’s you. You have the
affect on me. You walked into my life, and I can’t find a place for you just yet. I’m lost for words, yet my heart is screaming with the things I want to say to you.
Maybe we’re not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. Appreciating small victories, admiring the struggle it takes simply to be human. Maybe we’re thankful for the familiar things we know. And maybe we’re thankful for the things we’ll never know
People are always blaming their circumstances for what they are. I don’t believe in circumstances. The people who get up in this world are the people who get up and look for circumstances they want, and, if they can’t find them, make them.
I don’t like being this weak, feeling this vulnerable, crying tears that don’t need to be shed, letting you have complete and utter control over me. But I just can’t help it.
I really don’t like finding things out from other people or on my own. I trusted you with your words but I should’ve figured from your actions that you were lying. It’s sad how I actually “let it go” like you said. Hah, thanks for being like the rest of the shithead boys that I’ve met. Whatever, it’s mostly my fault for putting my guard down and trusting you anyway. There’s nothing else to do but accept it and move on.
I never want to be apart from you, but I know that at some point in my life, I might have to be. I want you to know that I am okay with that. I know I might not seem like I am, and that the thought of you leaving me makes me cry, but in all honesty, I just want you to be happy. I never want to be apart from you, but if I have to be, my memories of you of us, and knowing I’ll see you again soon, will keep me going.
You’re still young. Don’t make your life miserable by thinking about problems. Instead, always think that in every problem there’s a solution and everything will be okay. Do what you think is right. Take risks, try new things, laugh and live as if there’s no tomorrow, for the next years of your life you’ll have no choice but to be more responsible. So enjoy while you’re still young and vibrant
I make mistakes. I have regrets. I hate being alone. I’m always late. I hate school. I never call anyone back. I don’t like being wrong. I’m a huge procrastinator. I act like I’m a lot tougher than I am. I hate being ignored. I cry. I’m shy. I get annoyed by people too easily. I have enemies. I can’t sing. I have horrible balance. I laugh really obnoxiously. I can’t trust anyone with my life. Many things just seem to get to me. I’m not perfect. But the beauty of it all is that I don’t care.
i need someone who can deal with me. i need a guy who will make me see things from a different poitn of view. i need a guy who will make me talk about the things that scare me. i need a guy who will make me open up to him. a guy who won’t give up on me.
I didn’t change. I’m still the girl who sits around and laughs at dumb things and walks with the biggest smile on her face. You’re just mad because frankly, I just got tired of the bullshit and don’t give a damn anymore. You’re just mad because I’m not sitting at home on a Friday night wondering where you are, or who you’re with. sweetie, you’re just mad I moved on.