Wednesday, 26 January 2011
To be honest, I dont miss you, I miss who I was when I was with you.
Because we're gonna find someone so much better than them, someone that actually deserves us; someone that makes us look at them and go "What the hell was I thinking!?"
I miss the way you used to love me
You know I’d do it all again for you
After everything we had been through, it's heartbreaking that you can feel such hatred toward me now. I was never once bitter or angry, but you for some reason go out of your way to humiliate me in front of all your friends, and your new girlfriend. It's like, you want me to feel the pain; you want me to hurt so badly that I go running away in shame of myself. Well, here it is; everything i've been dying to tell you: I may feel the weakness now, but one day I will be stronger and I will move on from you. So give up, you're not achieving anything.
I felt something catch in my throat, a sudden surge of sadness that caught me unaware. it almost managed to take my breath away. that was the thing; you never got used to it. you never got used to the idea of someone being gone. just when you think it's okay, and you think you've accepted it, someone points it out to you, and it hits you all over again, and it's just as shocking as the first time.
Contrary to popular belief, nothing lasts forever
This is the hardest thing I've ever had to do, without a doubt. Everyday I drown myself in Taylor Swift songs to remind me that you're wrong, and that you hurt me. It's all I can do to keep my mind off of you. I constantly search for something to busy myself to prevent my mind from wandering towards letting you back in, because for once, this is me doing what I've needed to do.
All I want is an explanation. An explanation for why your heart turned cold. An explanation for why you broke all your promises. An explanation for why you strung me along for so long. An explanation for why you broke my heart and then walked away. Please, pretty please, just tell me why. All this guessing and assuming and regretting is killing me. Can’t you see what you do to me?
What made this break up so difficult to get over is this; we never had a final goodbye. We never had that one final moment together. You just left. Left me standing alone. Left me with a newly broken heart. Nice job, kid. You really did get the best of me.
“I don’t understand how you can do this to me. Can’t you see you’re breaking me? Can’t you see that all I want is your approval, your love, your acceptance. If this is how family treats each other, I don’t want to be part of this family.”
All we have left is broken promises and broken hearts. If I had known this was the end, I'm not sure I would have wanted to start.
When I look to the sky, something tells me you’re here with me
So here's to giving up, because it's the fastest road to healing, even if it isn't exactly the smartest.
People worry about our kids playing with guns, and teenagers watching violent videos; we are scared that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands - literally thousands - of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss.
All my life I've been good but now, what the hell