Sometimes the hardest things to let go of are…
some people care a little too much,
I think it’s called LOVE ;
– winnie the pooh
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how come everything always makes sense;; until I see her again… until I remember that she & I could make the whole world jealous… not that I want to.
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& its really all my fault… I’ve made myself the fool that left her. I mean really, all the drama, lies, heartbreak, & tears & these are the best days of our lives? I know it sounds melodramatic but I am dramatic and the only advice anyone ever gives me is “be strong”…I don’t WANT to be that strong T__T if it means being alone. no one ever tells me its okay to cry.
then again, is it really my fault you’ve got the arms I wanna be wrapped in,
the eyes I want to lose myself in, & the voice I could listen to for hours?
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I wish I knew exactly what to do. I wish… I wish I could lose this alter ego I have adopted. the “me” everyone thinks they know… but I cant help thinking it’s better to laugh about nothing than to cry about everything. right?
and if you were actually to read this, I could tell you one thing, I would scream: please don’t leave me here tonight…I need you now, I need you in my life.
but I would never tell you that because, well, because it gets hard to trust anyone when everyone you ever opened your heart up to lets you down. and Ben always said, “if you can’t handle my worst, then you don’t deserve my best.” then again, look what happened to Ben. Sorry
