Tuesday, 29 May 2012
I officially graduated last Saturday. I am completely done with my high school career. This is strange.
Summer has been going great so far. It just makes me happy.
Everything else is going okay.... I'm with this guy and I like him more than I originally planned. So, hopefully things work out.
Alrighty, sorry I haven't posted in a while... My computer wasn't working.
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You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before, she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect, you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.
There is something between us, but it's not real. It's the past. It's a moment in time where we both were once. A moment that meant a lot to us then, a time we've both often wished we could revisit, but I think maybe that's only because our lives now aren't going the way we want them to, not because we still have feelings for each other.
Don't try to be different. Just be good. To be good is different enough.
I've learned the hard way that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, or end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's to happen next.
“Everything changes. Everything is temporary, except for the sky. When you find yourself caught up in the horrors or heroes of a lifetime, look up. Don’t look down. That which is beneath our feet is liquid, but the sky, the sky is solid, constant, ever ready and ever hopeful that the sun will rise in the morning and the moon will rise at night. They don’t really set, you know. They’re always rising, just rising for someone else.”
The important thing is not what we look like, but the role we play in our best friend's life. Friends choose certain friends because that's the kind of company they are looking for at that specific time, not because they're the correct height, age or have the right hair colour.
-If You Could See Me Now by Cecelia Ahern
Is it really that hard to let go of someone? Or is it just really hard because you still hope there’s a chance?
Sometimes we're too into the moment to look at the big picture. We fail to see things in perspective because we're too absorbed in what's taking place at that very instant. The thing is we should face reality Find ourselves from being lost in the moment and think about everything the way that it is. Because sometimes being realistic can save us from pain and disappointment.
Right then, I wanted to go back in time and relive every moment with him. One more secret smile, one more shared laugh. One more electric kiss. Finding him was like finding someone I didn’t know I was searching for.
I guess by now I should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone—you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.
Things weren't the same with us, not right away, and maybe not ever. We were growing up. We were still figuring out how to be in each other's lives without being everything to each other.
And I told myself I wouldn’t become attached because our time is limited. I told myself I wouldn’t care and I wouldn’t have strong feelings for you. But with each passing day, and each passing conversation and each passing smile, I’m falling in love and growing attached. So, where does that leave me? Caught in a heartbreak that I know is inevitable. I just hope to God you’re worth it. You’ll be worth this.
Yes I’m scared, yes I’m jealous. I’m scared that you think she’s pretty, I’m scared that you find her more interesting, I’m scared that you think she’s so much better than me, I’m scared that you’re gonna leave me soon. And yes I’m jealous that she gets to see you, I’m jealous that you talked to her, I’m jealous that you had fun with her. I’m scared… I’m jealous… But that’s only because you mean a lot to me.
When you do bad things, people call you a rebel. They say you have problems. Have you ever thought that some do things for the sheer thrill and enjoyment of doing these things?