. It took me a long time to learn this but I the short fourteen years I have lived I have learned that life goes on...whether it's a bad time or a good time. And sometimes you cry, laugh ,or be strong. You make mistakes,you have regrets but you move on. Your young now is the time to make mistakes so you can move on. Im not a perfect person. I am weird...but I don't care what people think of me, it doesn't matter if you hate me...oh well if you love me...cool story. I love to laugh, I laugh as much as I breathe. I like vintage...me+you+weed= good time:)
It’s alright, I tell myself. It’s alright that you kiss her now, that you touch her now, that you love her now. It’s ok that you don’t think about me anymore, that memories of me have been faded away from your vision, that you’ve forgotten you loved me once. But it’s not alright that I miss you, that I still love you. It’s not alright that I’m still hurting because by god, I deserve more. I should be fucking happy, too.
You’re trying your best to get over him but it’s hard and that’s okay because all you can do is try. I know it’s strange because you’ve gotten so use to thinking about him all the time that you not thinking about him feels strange and you forget what you even use to think about at 2 AM. You can’t remember what you use to wish for on shooting stars or who you thought about when you read poems about love. You’re trying to get over him but sometimes at night when your eyelids are heavy but your thoughts are heavier you end up thinking about him and everything loving him has put you through ,you give into temptation and go reread those messages . Sometimes you feel stupid, sometimes you feel sad, sometimes you feel mad because getting over someone who was never yours hurts just as much as loving someone who isn’t yours.
People say bullshit clichés like ‘time heals all wounds’ to comfort themselves. But anyone who’s experienced real grief knows that it never goes away – you just get better at lying to yourself, at covering up the signs, at faking normal.
To let go
Is not selfish
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You don’t need
A constant reminder
Because, you know
They are no