Gone

You left me.
After so much I've done for you.
And you just gave up.
You put the blame on me, and that is something I must live for the rest of my life.
I hope your happy because I will never forgive you.

You told me to never forget you. That we'd always be friends.
But I think it's you that's starting to forget me.

Those Talks

I wish I could talk to you like we used to.
Late at night.
Crying on the other end of the phone.
Telling what we've been hiding for the past two months.

I'm not okay.
& I wish you knew.

First Love

maybe your first love is the one that sticks with you because it's the only person who will ever recieve all of you. after that, you learn better. but, most of all, no matter what, a piece of you remains left behind in the heart of the one you loved- a piece no future lover could ever get, no matter what. that piece holds innocence, the belief that love really can last forever. it hold friendship and pain, trail and error, that one kiss you'll never forget, and that night under the stars you can never get back. it hold youth and everything you thought love would be, eveything that was proven wrong.

No Chances

There’s a reason I said I’d be happy alone. It wasn’t ‘cause I thought I’d be happy alone. It was because I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart, I might not make it. It’s easier to be alone, because what if you learn that you need love and you don’t have it? What if you like it and lean on it? What if you shape your life around it and then it falls apart? Can you even survive that kind of pain? Losing love is like organ damage. It’s like dying. The only difference is death ends. This? It could go on forever.

I should be asleep. But there are a lot of things I should be.

We deserve a second chance.

The silence on your part really sucks. Just thought you should know.

That Part

You know, I love that part of a song that moves you. That like really, truly moves you. That part that you just can’t explain why you love it so much, that single part that you play over and over again. It’s unexplainable, and people call you crazy for it, but it’s that one part of a song that you adore. It’s that part that inspires you, gives you hope, moves you. That part you scribble the lyrics to everywhere you go. It’s the part that lets you know you’re not alone. The part that makes you feel invincible. That’s my favorite part.



despite the walls you build, I'm here. you don't have to be on your own.

Walk Away

At some point you will realize that you have done too much for someone, that the only next possible step to do is to stop. Leave them alone. Walk away. it’s not like you’re giving up, and it’s not like you shouldn’t try. It’s just that you have to draw the line of determination from desperation. What is truly yours will eventually be yours, and what is not, no matter how hard you try, will never be.

No Ounce of Care

I think what hurts the most, is when you give your all to someone. Through thick and thin, you’re there for them. You stick with them, no matter what. Then one day, they just give up on you. They won’t even fight for you. The one thing you would never have done, they did with no hesitation.

I can't fix this. I can't move on.

Pain makes people change.

The Exes

I think one of the reasons why some people choose not to be friends with their exes is that it’s so easy to go back to how things were because of the familiarity of it all. It’s so easy to slip back to old habits and then call them something new. “Oh, I’m just going to see a movie with him. Just as friends. Harmless really.” And so these movies turn to dinner dates and to outings and then in a moment, when he reaches for your hand and you gaze into his eyes, you realize that nothing has changed. Yet things are supposed to change, aren’t they? Living in the past won’t do you any good.

I think it's tragic that while someone can completely change your life, you're barely a smudge in theirs.

Nonexistent Hope

Don’t waste your time dwelling on someone that doesn’t love you back. Stop holding onto that nonexistent hope. No miracle is going to happen, you’re only setting yourself up for disappointment. Spend your time thinking about someone else because they certainly aren’t thinking about you. Maybe it will take time and maybe you’ll suffer through this heartbreak but you will be okay. And eventually the happiness will rush back.

If someone wants to be a part of your life, they’ll be there. So don’t bother saving a spot for someone who won’t make an effort to stay.

This is the End

I have come to the point when I say ‘fuck off’ to my sad, melancholic state.
See, I’m starting to hate being sad.
I’m starting to despise getting myself depressed by thinking about things I shouldn’t be thinking too much about.
I’m starting to loathe the urges to write forlorn and crappy letters that should never see the light of day.
I’m starting to abhor my pathetic self.
I’ve been sad enough, I’ve grieved enough.
I need to suck it up.
To start, I’m watching comedy movies and tv shows and then read funny (and disgustingly sweet) books.
Call it escapism, whatever. Lord knows I need a laugh.
A wise man once said, ‘When I get sad, I stop being sad and be awesome instead.’ I’ll be taking heed of those words.

Stronger

Look, I’m sorry I’m not as strong as you all are. I wish that I were, but I’m not. I’m not like any of you. I just handle things differently, so, please, just let me go back to bed and deal with things the only way that I know how.

I'm not the same anymore. I'll admt it; a lot of shit got to me.

Not Worth It

The worst thing is, at the end of the day, you were one of my best friends and I feel like I've completely lost that. I've lost another friend. I'm just so tired of trying to make you my friend and I don't know what to do anymore. I feel pathetic.

That moment when you have to pretend to be happy for someone.