In this weird twisted
way, I know you miss me liking you, not because I want to believe it's
true, but
because you'll never find a girl that can put
up with you like I did; you'll never find a girl who will care as much
as I
did, because no one will waste all there love
on someone like you, like I did.
There's so many
different ways to be connected to people. There are the people you feel
this unspoken
connection to, even though there's not even a
word for it. There's the people you've known forever, who know you in
this way
that other people can't, because they've seen
you change, and they've let you change.
People dislike alcoholics, but
they still drink at parties. People sit in non-smoking section in
restaurants, but
still enjoy the occasional nicotine jolt.
People have strong feelings against self-injurers, but they also take
all their
emotions out on other people.
The apple fall far
from the tree she's rotten and so beautiful I'd like to keep her here
with me and
tell her that she's beautiful she takes the
pills to fall asleep and dreams that she's invisible tormented dreams
she stays
awake recalls when she was capable...
I tried to hold onto
what we had, but you didn't even make an effort. You lied you cheated
and left
me to cry all alone once again. And when I
return looking more beautiful and confident than ever before all I want
you to
realize is what you had and what you will
never have again. --- birdie565
I need you. I need
the guy who can make me laugh just by the way he says hello when I pick
up the phone...
the guy who makes my hands shake when I'm
sitting next to him... and the guy who isn't afraid to keep hugging me
when I'm
not ready to let go yet.
It wasn't a suicide
attempt, it was an escape from everything awful. When we cut, we're in
control -
we make our own pain and we can stop it
whenever we wan. Physical pain relieves mantal anguish. For a breif
moment, the pain
of cutting is the only thing in the cutter's
mind, and when that stops and the other comes back, it is weaker. Drugs
do that
too, and sex, but not like cutting. Nothing
is like cutting.
You ask me about
regret? Let me tell you a few things about regret, my darling. There is
no end to it.
You cannot find the beginning of the chain
that brought us from there to here. Should you regret the whole chain,
and the
air in between, or each link separately, as
if you could uncouple them? Do you regret the beginning which ended so
badly,
or just the ending itself?
It's YOU. You mean
everything to me... you are the first thought in my head in the morning
when I wake
up; my last thought before I go to bed. You
smile at me in my dreams... when you are sad, I fell sad, and when I see
your
true smile, I feel incredible, like there is
no other thing around and all I can see is you.
Someone asked me, the
other day, that if I could change five things about my life, what would
I change?
My answer: nothing this is who I am, who I'm
meant to be. I love being me; even when I'm feeling crappy and I hate
myself
I wouldn't change a thing.---punkyfairydude
Have you ever really
thought about it? You've got this girl, head over heels in love with
you. She'd
do anything for you, she'd die for you. But
for some reason, you don't want to see that. You know it's there, and
you know
that you feel the same way. But you refuse to
let it be. Maybe you're scared of the thought that this girl who you'
known
forever - you've seen her happy, you've send
sad -- maybe this girl is perfect for you. And that really scares the
hell outta
you, doesn' it?
The tough thing about
following you heart is that people forget to mention that sometimes the
heart
takes you to places you shouldn't be. Places
that are scary as that are exciting and as dangerour as they are
alluring. Sometimes
your heart cannot take you to places that
lead to happy endings. Thats not even the difficult part; the difficult
part is
when you follow your heart, you leave normal;
you go into the unKnown and once you do you can never go back.
Am I mad at you?
That's your main concern after shattering my whole world? Mad for what?
Breaking my
heart? Or for all the lies? Maybe for letting
me put all my trust in you only to be betrayed? How about the fact you
didn't
even have the decency to tell me to my face?
Or the way you think it's crazy that I'm crying over it cause to you
breaking
up is no big deal. Am I mad at you?... no.
More like crushed... did I ever really know you?
I was never one to
patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell
myself that
the mending whole was good as new. What is
broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than
mend it
and see the broken places as long as I lived.
He smiled and as he
did it, she was filled with a sudden triumph and a great ecstasy, for
she knew then
that he was hers, and she loved him, and it
was something she had known from the very beginning. She had known that
this thing
was to happen, that nothing could prevent it;
she was part of his body and part of his mind, they belonged to each
other,
both wanderers, both fugitives, cast in the
same mold.
Do you want to know
what my problem is? I will tell you what my problem is, I LOVE YOU I
love your name,
I love the way you look at me, I love your
gorgeous smile, I love the way you walk, I love your beautiful eyes, I
love what
you look like when you are asleep, I love the
sound of your laugh, to hear your voice fills my entire heart with an
indescribable
feeling. I love the way I can be having the
worst day of my life and seeing you completely changes my mood. I love
how when
you touch me I get weak, that is my
problem...
I wanna be the girl
that he talks to his friends about, I wanna be the girl that always
comes first,
I wanna be the girl he never wants to leave
alone, I wanna be the girl who's hand he's holding, I wanna be the girl
he looks
at and smiles and then says to his friends,
"That's her, she's the one."
Sometimes you can cry until there
is nothing left wet in you. You can scream and curse to where your
throat rebels
and ruptures. You can pray all you want to
whatever god you think will listen. And still, it makes no difference.
It goes
on, with no sign as to when it might release
you. And you know that if it ever did relent... it would not be because
it cared.-Johnny
the Homicidal Maniac
Sometimes I hope
we're still friends when I get married. I hope that I'll invite you to
the wedding
and you'll come. Then you'll see me as the
happiest girl in the world. You'll see me with a guy that treats me
right and loves
me more than himself. You'll see all that you
could've had and you'll regret letting me go. But the thing that I want
you
to see the most is that I survived without
you.
Love? We think about
it, sing about it, dream about it, lose sleep worrying about it. When we
don't
have it, we search for it; when we discover
it, we don't know what to do with it; when we have it, we fear losing
it. It is
the constant source of pleasure and pain. Be
we can't predict which it will be from one moment to the next. It is a
short
word, easy to spell, difficult to define,
impossible to live without.
That night, he held
me so tight, he pressed me into the wall as if he was clinging to a
lifebuoy in
a vast ocean of the unknown. His body is so
deeply familiar, there was a volume of experience behind the way he held
me. I
thought of that love running as deep and
strong as an underground tunnel. What’s between us is now so complex,
changing,
alive, the love ebbs and flows, it sprang
from nothing and sometimes retreats to it. But then it’s back. Fuller.
Faster.
A true friend is a
person who is there for you through think and thin. They don't judge you
by the clothes
you wear, or the size of your house. They
love you no matter what. They are a shoulder to cry on, or a partner to
laugh with.
They stand by you in your times of need, and
listen when you are excited. They know every little about you. They
stand up
for you when others don't.
You know what? You
should break up with me for her. You should go out with anyone your
heart desires
because, eventually, I know what will happen.
See, you're gonna be with all those other girls, but none of those
girls are
gonna be like me. I'm different than all of
them. You're going to realize that I'm the one you're meant for and
you're going
to come back to me. So sure, break up with me
now, but I'm telling you, you'll be back. You'll be back when you
realize that
you broke up with the one girl who was meant
to be with you. But see, the thing is, you just better hope the girl is
still
there.
Thank you for Not Smoking.
Cigarette smoke is the residue of your pleasure. It contaminates the
air, pollutes my
hair and clothes, not to mention my lungs.
This takes place without my consent. I have a pleasure, also. I like a
beer now
and then. The residue of my pleasure is
urine. Would you be annoyed if I stood on a chair and pissed on your
head and your
clothes without your consent?
Maybe it's the way
you grab my hand and hold it... or the way you kiss me... or maybe it's
the way you
let me put my arms around you... maybe it's
the way you look at me... and your smile just makes me melt... maybe
it's the
way we can talk on the phone for hours...
about absolutely nothing but I still feel like I just had the best
conversation
of my whole life... maybe it's the way that I
want to break down and cry when I think about how you hold me up on a
pedestal...
maybe that's it... that makes me want you so
much.
You know when you're singing along
with this song, and you know all the words cause you really love it.
Then a
train passes and a door closes, and you can't
hear the music anymore, but you keep singing anyway. Then, when you can
hear
it again, you're still perfectly in time with
it. Well, that's what love is.
Walking through the
halls of high schools is quite similar to walking through a battle
field... you
are never quite sure what you will find lying
around the bend... everyone seems to be thinner, taller, blonder,
prettier,
and tanner than you... they all seem to be
having the time of their lives despite the educational setting... they
all seem
to have the most friends and the most people
to say hello to walking through the halls. Well, life isn't what it
seems. Most
of those people just surround themselves with
others because they are too deathly scared to be alone. They are so
scared that
they aren't really friends, they just
pretend... because without those people they would be nothing. They hurt
just like you
do. They notice the imperfections in their
own faces as well even though your eyes cannot see them. They notice how
the girl
next to them is taller and thinner... even
though you don't. Maybe sometimes it's what you don't see that makes you
more alike
than you'll ever know.
'I love you' means
that I accept you for the person that you are, and that I do not wish to
change you
into someone else. It means that I will love
you and stand by you even through the worst of times. It means loving
you when
you're in a bad mood or too tired to do
things I want to do. It means loving you when you're down, not just when
you're fun
to be with. I love you means that I know your
deepest secrets and do not judge you for them, asking in return only
that you
do not judge me for mine. It means that I
care enough to fight for what we have and that I love you enough not to
let go.
It means thinking of you, dreaming of you,
wanting and needing you constantly, hoping you feel the same way for me.
I love you because I
know you're always there... there to catch me when I fall... there to
listen when
I need you, there when I feel alone. I love
you because you understand me... you know how I feel even when I can't
say it...
you know I'm not as strong as I say and still
you never let me know that I'm not fooling you. I love you because you
make
me believe, believe that I am not
worthless... believe that I can be loved, am loved, and can love others.
I love you because
you know, you know I feel this way but can't
say it and still you wait... letting me take my time to come to terms
with the
fact that I love you... would give my life up
to be with you... and about all... never hurt you... lie to you... or
leave
you. Now I hope you understand.
