boy meets girl. boy falls for her completely. girl falls for another boy. boy cant forget her. she moves on with no hesitation. six months later, boy still in love.
Love? i dont believe in that bullshit. We just get hurt and try to heal ourself.. for what? to be hurt again. To feel pain, To feel like we are useless and pathetic. So in my opinion, i’d rather live for myself and see how things will be. Maybe it is too early not to believe in love, but i still hope for the day that someone can change that thinking of mine, make me think otherwise.
I hate being this broken. I hate the feeling that my parents are watching me every second because they think I’ll hurt myself. The worst of it is the fear. The fear that they may just be right. I can’t believe seeing you used to make me happy and just someone mentioning you are in the same building now gets me shaky and upset. I hated seeing your stupid smiling face knowing I didn’t put it there. I hate not being able to look myself in the mirror and think “You’re strong” because I’m not. I’m a poor broken girl who relied on your opinion of me way too much. You were my crutch and now that you’re gone, I’m falling faster than I can manage to catch myself.
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you couldLouise Erdrich (via sevum)
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