“The hardest thing about growing up is that you have to do what is right for you even if it means breaking someone’s heart. Including your own.”
“Frustrated because I can’t tell if it’s real. Mad because I don’t know how you feel. Upset because we can’t make it right. Sad because I need you day and night. Angry because you won’t take my hand. Aggravated because you don’t understand. Disappointed because we can’t be together.”
“Hurt is something I think everyone can agree on. It comes in all ages and it comes in all sizes. Hurt doesn’t discriminate by age, skin color, ethnic group, or by sex. Hurt means pain, plain and simple, and it’s either physical or emotional.”
Today, I feel like the world is on my shoulders. I feel hopeless, misunderstood, hurt, and rejected. How could I ever explain how I feel today? Can you take me home? ‘coz I’m so lost and confused.
How many times have you been hurt? How would you feel when you have waited for that someone for a very long time, everything’s all set, tickets were booked, things are packed, and the day before the arrival, before you saw her again, hug her and kiss her, you’ll realize that you just have to give up because she’s not going to make it. You’re not going to see each other. You’ve waited for it. You have patiently waited.
After work, the clouds are dark, streets are wet, and your world is crushed about that sad news. It’s like the world is mourning for you, too. I decided to walk, I walked without a soul. I don’t know what to feel. Whether to cry, scream, or kill myself.
I don’t want to go home because one things for sure, I’ll lay on my bed and cry all day, soaked my pillow with tears. I’m so hopeless.
How could a situation be like this when I badly wanted to be with that one special person? Can the world be good to me once and for all?
For real, I feel like dying. 😦
I feel like I am sitting in a room full of people that I love, and you know what, they just don’t care that I love them. They don’t care whether or not I live or die. To them I’m just another girl, just another stranger. To me, they are my best friends, the only people I have left.
Sometimes things can seem so perfect, and then in a split second. It all comes and blows back up in your face, making you remember, that nothing ever works out for you. Something always fucks up your “perfect thing”.
- last hope (freeselftherapy.wordpress.com)
- What We Say Here Reflects on Who We are, So Watch What You Say (socyberty.com)
- Torn (tenesiateriann.wordpress.com)
- Natalie Imbruglia – Torn (lunetta2311.wordpress.com)