Sometimes I wonder why I want to believe in fairy tales so much. Sometimes it feels like they’re just full of shit. I fall in and out of love. I go through ups and downs. I turn my back on everything I know and burn all the bridges I’ve ever built. I do so much just to find my happily ever after and sometimes it just feels like I’m wasting my time. Listening to all these stupid love songs make me so sick. But sometimes I just can’t stop. Sometimes I can’t get the sweet memories out of my head and the stupid butterflies of out my stomach. Sometimes I’m stuck in that time where everything is good and what we had felt so real. But if happy ever after did exist, I would still be holding on to you and not turning my back on yesterday.
But you know what, forget all of this. Forget those stupid silly feelings I felt. Forget everything I ever wanted. Forget everything I would ever have with you. I know I turned my back on you and tried to forget you, but the one thing I’ll never be able to turn my back on is believing that my happy ever after does exist. Even if it’s another who makes everything come true, I know that it will happen.
I just won’t waste my time making plans for two or wasting my change on you. I will be out buying myself all the nice things you didn’t. I will be out spending time with others and rewriting all my fairy tales, editing out all of the shit.
I never thought that you, out of everyone who has come and gone, you’d be the one I can’t get off my mind. It’s driving me crazy and I’m tired of denying you. I can’t lie to myself any longer! I just want you to put your arms around me and don’t let go. I wasn’t ever expecting you to be the one to grab a hold of my heart but I can’t help but smile whenever I hear your name. I didn’t think I was ready to give my heart to another but when you kiss me, something comes over me and I just want you to kiss me again and again and again.
I’m so sick of your shit. You bring me down, you shut me out, you push me around, and I’m tired of it all. I hope you know I’m done crying for you. I’m done trying and I don’t care anymore. I hope you’re in more pain than me because I feel nothing at all. I’m over it.
I just had a serious conversation with my best friend about everything that has been going on in my mind lately. I needed to talk to someone about it badly before I exploded. I’m glad I got it all off my chest, but I still don’t feel better.
She wants to do an activity with me this week about not repressing my emotions and feelings and expressing them instantly by either telling them to the person I’m with, writing it down, or telling it to her as soon as it happens. This is going to be super hard since I’m better at not sharing things and letting it eat me alive. I guess doing this could do me some good.
I’m feeling fearfully hopeful.
Where I don’t want to be around anyone, except maybe that one person who actually cares. I’m sick and tired. Of what? I don’t know. Everything. Nothing. Life. I feel disgusting, weak, fragile. I feel like giving up. I want to sleep my problems away. If anything, I want to feel a different type of pain. Not this emotional bullshit. ‘Till then, I’ll just lie here in bed and snap my problems away until I can’t feel no more.
Tell me - Failed Flight
Sometimes I just wish someone would take the time to actually care, to actually ask me what’s wrong?, how are you today? “Tell me what’s on your mind, what do you feel, what do you believe, what is inside you that makes you scream?”
I hate how people did not bother to keep contact with me over vacation, not even say hi to me, yet the first day we go back to school, they have the nerve to get mad at me for not speaking to them in school? I’m sorry but, I did not know I was obligated to go up to you and speak to you whenever I saw you. I’m not being bitter because they didn’t speak to me, I prefer it if they didn’t. I enjoy not being around them, seeing them, speaking to them. But, I will get bitter when you come up to me and tell me that I’m being mean or rude because I’m “ignoring you.”
I’m not ignoring you, I’m just not wasting my time to go up to you and speak to you if you won’t waste the time to speak to me. I only put in the same amount of effort you do and if you put in none, then I’ll put in none as well.
If you want to talk to me, please just do it. I don’t bite, I’m not mean, or rude, or scary. But don’t expect me to go out of my way EVERY TIME to speak to you. Unless we’re close friends, I enjoy speaking to you, or I think you’re a really cool, sweet person then I will put in any effort to keep contact with you.
Listening to “Like We Used To” By A Rocket To the Moon or “Into Your Arms” by the Maine is so hard for me. I always end up crying. It’s just a thing I do. Not because of how beautiful both songs are, but just because they remind me so much of my best friend. Him and I were inseparable. I loved him so much. I wouldn’t be where I am today if it weren’t for him. He kept me strong through so many moments in my life. He was there for me when I was having personal issues with my father. He was there for me when I was going through eatting disorders, cutting, insomnia, anxiety. He was there for me when my world came crashing down. When I was lost in the dark. He was there for all my break ups, screw ups, mess ups. He was there for everything I went through. He always knew how to cheer me up, make me smile. I knew I could go to him for anything. He made me so happy. Our favorite thing to do was sit in his backyard and he would play me his guitar and sing me a song. He would always sing me love songs, songs that made us smile. His favorite was “Like We Used To,” it described our relationship so well. He was the one. He was the perfect one for me. No other guy did things like we used to. No other guy did things for me like he used to. He brought me flowers, he gave me hugs, he stayed up with me all night every night, he took care of me when I was sick, he listened to everything I said, and comforted me when I needed him.
We never dated. We should have. We could have. We could have had a beautiful relationship. He could have been the one. But we were so scared of ruining the relationship we already shared. He ended up moving miles and miles away. He now lives in Italy, studying medicine in College. We skype every night. He’s still there for me. He’s still the one I go to for everything. He’s still my comfort, my rock, my security blanket. I still love him. He still means everything to me. I still mean everything to him and as we grow up, we’ll still forever be together. He’s happy for me, for everything good going on in my life. He’s happy I found someone who can do things like he used to, better than he used to. He’s happy that I’m growing up and discovering who I am. I’m happy that he’s happy for me and that he’s still sticking around in my life. One day, he’ll be my man of honor at my wedding. No matter the distance, nothing will separate us. And when he finds the perfect girl who he right for him, I hope that she will do things for him like I used to. I hope he’ll fall into her arms and fall madly, deeply in love with her. I hope she falls harder for him. I hope she makes him feel like that amazing man he is.
1 year ago on February 20, 2012 at 01:32am with 6 notes