11th
stop being sad, start being angry. sadness for too long just makes you mope around and you become vulnerable and a pushover and give in easily. be sad for a bit, let it all out, but then turn it into anger so you wont let it happen again and you wont get screwed over. im shutting the door. ive held it open for far too long for too many people, hoping that someone would want to come inside and see who i am. and no one has entered. so now i am shutting the door, and the next person will have to work hard to open it again.
stay strong. hes absolutely disgusting, you want nothing to do with him anymore. how could you be so wrong about someone. how could feelings of love turn into such repulsion? the thought of him makes me sick. i have nightmares about him. they are scary at the time, of him trying to come onto me and get back together again. i wake up in the morning praying that it was all just a nightmare. sigh of relief, it is. im grateful that im no longer in that trap anymore. although there is no one significant in my life just yet, its so much better than being in a destructive relationship. i can breathe now. and i will never EVER have to deal with that sad excuse for a human being again
fucking DIFFICULT. something good must be coming. im so impatient. i want it to come nowwwwww
If you want it, you can have it
But you’ve got to learn to reach out there and grab it
‘Cause everybody wants some love
Shooting from the stars above
And though my heart will break
There’s more that I could take
I could never get enough
If you need it, you should show it
‘Cause you might play so monastic that you blow it
‘Cause everybody wants some hope
Something they can barely know
And though my heart will break
There’s more that I could take
I could never let it go
It’s in the photograph
It’s in the photograph
It’s in the photograph of love
‘Cause everybody wants a dream
Something they can barely see
And though my heart will break
There’s more that I could take
I could never let it be
It’s in the photograph
It’s in the photograph
It’s in the photograph of love
If you blew it, don’t reject it
Just sit drawing up the plans and re-erect it