i could never sleep without you next to me. now you are in the air going thousands of miles away from me, i dont know how i’m gonna sleep at all.
its only been a couple of hours since i saw you off at the airport. i can already feel the emptiness. you used to be right next door and i can see you whenever i want. now its as empty as how my heart feels. 7 more weeks of this.
1st night.
happy ever after is only for books and movies
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despite the teasing and joking, there is always some kind of truth or judgement in that statement. if he says ‘your too tall’ to someone who’s short then clearly he’s joking but anything else he says will probably hint at something that bothers him about you. but he’s framing it as a joke so that when/if an argument ensues, he doesn’t have to take responsibility for it, because ‘he’s only joking’.
how painful. how many more hits can i take before i crumble?
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when you have given it your all
110%
but when you get in return is just
60%
makes you question if its worth all the effort
when he have not shown any of effort back
when things are no longer sincere
you wonder why you are still around.
sometimes a bit of flowers and chocolates are needed
to give some inspiration and motivation
to continue with this all
and fucking does not count.
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All alone, staring on
Watching her life go by
When her days are grey
And her nights are black
Different shades of mundane
And the one-eyed furry toy that lies upon the bed
Has often heard her cry
And heard her whisper out a name long forgiven
But not forgotten
You’re forgiven, not forgotten,
You’re forgiven, not forgotten,
You’re forgiven, not forgotten,
You’re not forgotten
A bleeding heart torn apart
Left on an icy grave
In their room where they once lay
Face to face
Nothing could get in their way
But now the memories of the man are haunting her days
And the craving never fades
She’s still dreaming of the man long forgiven
But not forgotten
You’re forgiven, not forgotten,
You’re forgiven, not forgotten,
You’re forgiven, not forgotten,
You’re not forgotten
Still alone, staring on
Wishing her life goodbye
As she goes searching for the man long forgiven
But not forgotten
You’re forgiven, not forgotten,
You’re not forgotten,
You’re not forgotten,
No, you’re not forgotten.
i may have forgiven you for your betrayal, but it does not mean that i had forgotten what you did, the memories and hurt are as fresh as it happened yesterday. especially when you brought me to the location where your cheating happens.
saying ‘forget about it’ ‘get over it’ is easier said than done. pisses me off when someone says that to me. clearly they had never been in my position before. if he had been in my position, he wouldn’t have thrown those words around, because its dammed difficult. i’m trying my best, but when i went to that location, i cant help but wonder about everything and reliving the past.
and instead of comforting me, all you said was ‘if you don’t like it leave’. instead of reassuring me she’s the last person on you mind, that you love me, you stay silent, walked away. i never felt that much hatred towards you as yesterday. i fucking hated you with every inch of my being. the phrase ‘thin line between love and hate’ is really true.
just because i have forgiven you, doesn’t mean i have forgotten.
i honestly feel sorry for you. you are so desperate for attention with the skimpy clothes you always wear to college, more fitted for a beach outing.
you are so desperate that you had no moral standing when you went with the first cute guy who gave you attention, and becoming ‘the other woman’. you turned a blind eye to his blatant mistake and willingly be part of the affair, to satisfy both of your desperation.
desperate enough to say ‘i didnt know you were still together’ when he made sure you know of me, as you were around months before i found out, months before the fallout between us. you knew of me.
i feel sorry for your low self esteem and desperation. i hope to god i will never even come close to become someone like you.
i believe in karma, and you will get yours, both of you will for all the pain you cost me.
honestly, i feel sorry for you. so desperate for attention with the skimpy clothes you wear everyday. dressed like going to the beach instead of college.
desperate that you would go with the first cute guy that gave you attention, without regards to your own moral standing, as the guy already has a girfriend. you turned a blind eye to his blatant mistake, instead of discouraging him by saying no, you bring him to a dark corner to satisfy both of your mistakes. guess both of you had mutual desperation.
desperate enough to claim, ‘i didnt know you were still together’ when clearly you know, he made sure you knew.
i feel sorry for your low self esteem and desperation. i hope to god i will never even come close to become someone like you.
