I have a mark. A scar. Right above my heart, left by an amazing person who didn’t see that I was wounded. For the longest time I wasted away my days finding any hope that there could be a repair to what we had. I continuously discovered i just kept reopening what had been closed,
I don’t hate you all the time, but I like you a lot less than I used to. You drive me insane and sometimes, I’ll admit, it’s not even your fault. I don’t know what you could do to make it better. I don’t know what I could do either. At this point I need
Please, give me a sign. Do I wait on the love of my life? Or marry the guy of my dreams? Related Post Our song- my version liar I believe.
I feel torn and shredded and pummeled to dust. I feel like a thousand of pieces of nothing. Why? Why you. Oh god why you. I hate you, every feeling I have felt for the past three years can be attributed to you. Well, at least 50 percent of them. But you have no clue.
Life is all about choices… Our everyday consciousness starts with a single question: Should I get up? Questions lead to other questions and result in ourselves being thrust into school with about 500 unanswered questions wandering the empty space in our brain that makes up our mind. Some questions come with an almost written book
i’m tired of waiting, tired of hoping, tired of wishing, tired of praying. if this isn’t what you want anymore tell me, but don’t just string me along. Related Post Fuck you Hiding the pain Wait one goddamned minute