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Lonely people do fucked up stuff.
Life is real. Love is a feeling that expresses itself in some special ways: stupidity, creativity and crazyness.
15-06-2013
Your words made promises to my heart.
The best promise was to show me true love...
And my heart, the poor thing, was dumb enough to believe you.
My head told me to ignore it, but it was too late: I followed my heart.
It was one of the best and worse choices I've ever made.
It's the best when you make me believe the promises are true,
when you say words that reach right to my heart.
It's the worse when you make me feel like a dumbass girl,
stupid enough to fall for you and to cry over you.
My poor heart lays on the floor, all broken into 1000 pieces,
waiting for your choise: are you going to glue it, or leave it there?
Your choice is very important. Maybe not to you, but to me.
It's the one thing that will dicide how I'll react:
eighter I'll jump up or otherwise I'll stay down, and cry until I'm empty.
But nomatter what, in the end I'll be happy because there are people who would.
They would pick the pieces up and glue them all together for me.
I'd still feel the break, but I hope that the glue is strong enough to keep it together.
Categorie :Selfmade emotional shit.
14-06-2013
I want the real thing. I want love, someone who makes me feel special.
I want a boyfriend who's proud of me, tells his friends all about me.
And most of all, I want to find the main reason for my existance.
But everytime that I'm close to this kind of thing, something about me is in the way.
Sometimes my looks, sometimes my feelings, sometimes...
Is there something wrong with me or is it true?
Is it true that some people are not made to love and be loved?
Without him, I can't live anymore. With him, it hurts to be me.
The question is: What is worse? Dying or hurting?
Categorie :Selfmade emotional shit.
You're my kind of bleeding love...
Categorie :Selfmade emotional shit.
At first it was fun to always think about you.
It felt good and I was happy all the time.
Now, I feel so bad.
I still think about you all the time:
the way you don't talk to me, don't tell me you love me,
the way you may spent time with others, but ignore me.
I thought this scentense was a cliché but it's true:
I love you so much, it hurts...
Categorie :Selfmade emotional shit.
15-05-2013
I thought that my love was gone. Empty. Everybody misused it.
I builded a wall around me. Brick by brick.
Couldn't be destroyed.
Then, he came along.
I can't remember how it happend, but he crushed my wall.
He disabled my ability to shut my heart down. He healed me when needed.
And somehow, my heart jumped out of my chest and ran to him.
I know for sure that he's going to keep it safe.
I love him.
Categorie :Selfmade emotional shit.
27-04-2013
I once thought you'd be the one to safe me.
You knew how badly I was doing, you caught me crying and shaking,
but instead of saving me you forgot about me.
Your chance on being a saviour is gone.
I'm on my own.
I need to save myself.
Categorie :Selfmade emotional shit.
25-04-2013
We were friends on a weird and special way.
We were the kind of people that I was always jealous at.
I was glad with a friend like you.
But it's over now. I've had enough.
Categorie :Selfmade emotional shit.
24-04-2013
Until now I didn't know how it felt to be in love.
Until now.
Until you!
Categorie :Selfmade emotional shit.
20-04-2013
At this point, I don't know who to talk to.
Everybody hates me.
Categorie :Selfmade emotional shit.
You know those people that say that they never smile, but always pretend?
I thought they were liars. Everybody laughs sometimes, right?
But I know how they feel right now.
I know how it feels to be sad all the time and still trying to laugh.
You don't want the people you care about to know you're always sad.
Just in case that they would care. Even just a little bit.
I don't know how to feel anymore. If I'll ever feel happy again.
I hope I'll do, because I can't stand this much longer.
Categorie :Selfmade emotional shit.
It makes me wonder if I'm even worth living.
Categorie :Selfmade emotional shit.
14-04-2013
I have doubted, it kept me awake all night long.
I didn't know if I liked you.
I'm sure now.
You make me crazy like no one else can. You make me feel like flying when I'm falling down.
I don't care about any other boy anymore. You're the one I care about.
I want you now, I want you forever.
Please, say you want me, 'cause you already have me.
Categorie :Selfmade emotional shit.
09-04-2013
It burns. My desires are so deep.
It's all I dream about when I sleep.
Categorie :Selfmade emotional shit.
Something changed. Something shifted.
It just happend, I felt it.
I moved from everyone to just you.
I moved from available to taken.
I moved from insecure to sure.
Suddenly I realise, no one had a chance.
I am yours, even though you don't know it.
I moved from liking to loving. <3
Categorie :Selfmade emotional shit.
'I believe in love. '
It sounds pretty stupid, I know. But it's true.
When everything is down, love gives me the faith to get up again.
To try again.
For better or worse.
Categorie :Selfmade emotional shit.
08-04-2013
Glass. Fragile - easy to break...
That's what I'm made off, I guess. Glass.
And yes, there's a crack in me. Pretty big, too. Can't look around it.
It stays in sight. I can't look at another direction. The crack is everywhere.
And you might not know it, but glass with a crack in it doesn't need very much to completely break.
But my crack is glued by these people that I care about. They also care about me, I think.
They give me reason to keep smiling. Keep trying, even though I'm cracked.
'The good guys'.
But than, there are these people trying to break me.
It's not easy for me to admit that they're doing a good job. My crack got a bit bigger.
Glue against stone, I never thought glue could be stronger. I was wrong ;
I keep smiling, trying to do what I can for my loved ones.
One day, I won't have a crack anymore. I'll just be broken.
But I know who will be the people to pick up every piece of me,
even if their hands bleed, they won't stop.
They will take every piece and glue me back together.
Categorie :Selfmade emotional shit.
06-04-2013
Once, I was lying in the sun with a friend.
He asked me: 'What do you dislike about yourself?'
I didn't answer and he said: 'C'mon, at least you dislike one thing about yourself, right?'
He didn't understand that I had troubles finding something I disliked about myself.
I was thinking what I actually DID liked about myself.
Categorie :Selfmade emotional shit.
01-04-2013
Somehow, we've got these fights. Fighting you hurts, but I forget it all when our love is back in the air.
Categorie :Selfmade emotional shit.
21-03-2013
I love you more than a fat kid loves cake or than a cat loves to sleep.
No, that's not clear enough. I love you more than Voldemort loves his snake.
No, I just love you more than you love me. Clear enough?
Categorie :Selfmade emotional shit.
Since he got to me, I've changed.
First I believed that some people cared about me,
at least some people needed me.
He told me that nobody cared about me. Said that I was crap.
I told him to shut up. That I am sure that some people care about me.
I'm not so sure anymore.
I don't believe anyone needs me anymore and I constantly think people talk bad about me.
Maybe it's not only a thought, or is it? I don't know.
I thought about quitting much. Not quitting life, but everything I do. Just, stop it all.
I know some people know that I'm not doing well. I kinda gave them signs.
But they don't care. I don't blame them, why should they care? It's not their life.
I have this one person that keeps me in this world. This one person that I wanna take care off.
I don't know what I am going to do, the day he decides to leave my life.
I guess, I'll be left alone. And lonely people do fucked up stuff.
Categorie :Selfmade emotional shit.
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