I’ll move on baby, just like you… When the desert floods and the...– Carrie Underwood
You left. Did you even care to look behind you? Because I have no choice but to look in front of me, unfortunately. In front of me I see you struggling to make a living. I see chaos unfolding and your heart breaking. When I look into your heart, there is something missing. Like that piece has been lost for a couple of months now… I know where it is. Look behind you and see what you have left...
Hope isn’t anything worth holding onto, you need that free hand to get a...
Truth is… I am dying inside, all hope is loss, and my faith is shaken. Honestly, doubting God isn’t what I would consider my major problem. Yes, I know the “Sunday school answer” that it should be. I know I am a hypocrite. I know just about all of me is negative at this moment in time. High school is the best years of my life? My butt. My life isn’t “what you make it” like Hannah Montana promises....
To my best friend...
I do love you. Very very much. To the point where I am scared of losing you. Where I base my life on what you think. Where if you leave, I will wither away like dust. And that you are the only persons acceptance I need. I want you to be happy… But not with out me… I love you so much because you are my hero. You save my life each and every day. I love you so much because you love me....
New home. New parents. New life;
No body will ever understand why I have the trust issues I do. Well, my parents, for example. Mine left me at 15. My sister at 13. And my baby brother at 18 months. So I build about fifteen years of trust and love for them, and then poof. They are gone. More important stuff I guess. So now I am supposed to believe that when people say “I am “always” there.” it is true? No....
You’re… My Friend, my companion, through good times and bad my...– anon
No body prefers a lie. So don’t base your life on them, or prepare to be lonely.
”Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not...– Alan Watts
Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.– Confucius
How DO you trust exactly? And what is it? Is it telling your secrets and knowing they will never be repeated? Is it loving and being promised there is no heartbreak? Is it the security of being told that a loved one will never leave your side? Is it as delicate as an infant not having the fear of falling because they trust not to be dropped? What about just a simple command, such as don’t...
The world would be a comfortable place if we would admit the things we were...