fork in the road

I was told to be honest and to say how I felt.

But I really don't want to get hurt again.

You're unavailability is destroying me, but I'll never let you know it.

I don't give a fuck if this seems angsty

I just wanted to let you know that you make me feel at peace with myself.

I wish you were sleeping next to me tonight.

when I don't know how to say something...

...The Beatles will say it for me.

She says she loves you
And you know that can't be bad.
Yes, she loves you
And you know you should be glad.

She said you hurt her so
She almost lost her mind.
But now she said she knows
You're not the hurting kind.

She says she loves you
And you know that can't be bad.
Yes, she loves you
And you know you should be glad. Ooh!

confession #242

I pretend that I don't know what's going on with me.

But I do know. And 99% of the time it scares the shit out of me.

save the regret for the morning after

I appreciate your concern.

I know you don't want to see me get hurt again.

Believe me, I don't want to get hurt again.

But I'm going to make my own decisions. And I'm going to make them carefully.

And if I do get burned, it'll be my problem, not yours.

I love you all so much, and I don't want to let you down.

what do you do?

What do you do when the right thing to do is to walk away?

The right thing to do is the one that will leave you with nothing.

The right thing to do will leave you feeling lonely.

just floating along

Over it and on to the next heartbreak.

I feel like I'm never going to win, but quitting is too easy.

This past month and a half has been absolutely insane. In a good way and a bad way.

And waiting for things to play out has been agonizing.

Unrelated note, please stop talking to me and prepare to be phased out.

powerful words for someone who will never see them

I don't always pick perfect boys.

I don't always pick boys that are necessarily right for me.

But I do not, I repeat, DO NOT, pick losers.

Before you can love anyone else, you have to love yourself.

I don't even

I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to be feeling.

I'm euphoric, I'm depressed, I'm sketched out.

I never thought I'd feel this way again.

But I don't love you anymore.

No matter how much I want to.

No matter how much I try to.

But I want you to be happy.

I want us to get along now.

The time for resentment is over.