How do you move on so fast?
Can you please tell me how you do it? Was it that easy? I mean it seems like I wasn’t worth the fight, wasn’t worth the wait. Can you tell me your secrets? Because really, I need to know how to move on. I don’t want to be stuck here in the same position I was when I was with you.
I’ll never forget where I come from.
I’m from the bottom.
These shoes on my feet I remember how I got them.
Didn’t have a lot, but I had enough.
You only missed my voice, when no one else sang to you. You only missed me, when you realized that I was gone. But my question is, where were you when I needed you the most?
Do you ever feel like you’re waiting for something that isn’t ever going to happen? Like, you’re basing all your decisions on ‘if’s and ‘maybe’s, and uncertainty?
And sometimes, no matter how much you want to get up and leave, theres’s something that draws you back, to continue waiting. Perhaps it’s all the time you’ve already spent on something, and to lose that suddenly, for nothing, seems kind of pointless. But, why continue wasting time?
That feeling where you just want to disappear.
I think it’s a cry for help. Because sometimes people do actually feel that way. Sometimes your life feels like it’s caving in on you. At times there are people out there who really do feel like they don’t want to exist, like they just want to curl up in a ball and go into that place between life and death. When they say things such as ‘I don’t want to exist’ isn’t saying ‘I want to die’. It’s saying ‘I wish for the time being that I can escape this place call reality and just not feel’.
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that, and you don’t know how it feels to be this way then you have no place to judge anyone who does.
I respect people with self-respect. People who respect not only themselves but others as well.
I like how they have respect for the ladies or gentleman. People who cherish and care for themselves. They have their own morals and beliefs that they follow. They know what they want in life. They are hardly influenced by others.
I like people like that. In my opinion those people are extremely attractive.
What century are you in? I know I am. I know i’m not the skinniest girl. I know i’m not the prettiest girl. I know who I am, I know what I am. I know that. Just because maybe I am “fat” doesn’t mean I don’t have the right to have pride in my own beauty. And you know what, I love my body. I love my curves. I love my “fat” ass. I love it. I don’t care if you think i’m “fat” etc, I’m going to represent myself the way I want to.
See, I used to be that type of girl who was insecure about the way I look. I wasn’t happy with my body. I wasn’t happy with my looks. But you know what, I accepted myself. I accepted and I don’t care about what you or anyone has to say anymore.
Because people like you disgust me, you are nothing but another hard cold rock in society. People like you are why girls are insecure about their body. But you know what, I say everyone should embrace their beauty, because each and everyone of you are beautiful, no matter what.
Am I right or nah?
Sometimes we say and do things a certain way because it’s easier.
It’s easier to say simple things, rather than explaining how we really feel. Most of the time, we can barely explain how we truly feel. Am I right, or nah? Haha. Personally for me, its because sometimes it’s easier to say nothing than ‘I miss you, I wish we didn’t fight, or end things, I wish you were here with me again, I wish you’d call sometimes. Where have you been? Why’d we drift?’ Because sometimes it’s easier to think ‘Fuck this, fuck life, fuck everything.’ Rather than admitting that you’re struggling, you’re overwhelmed, or having the sensation feel of drowning.
Because at times, it’s so much easier to admit the simply things. So much easier than saying the more complex things and realizing that you’ve been out of control, and your touch has been complete chaos.
How are you doing? How’s life? I miss talking to you. I miss your voice. I miss you so much. It’s been awhile since we’ve talked. At first I wasn’t use to it, but later as time progresses on, I guess I got used to it. To not having you around anymore. To not calling you mine. To not being there for each other. Sigh, I guess I got used to this routine. Maybe you are feeling the same way, or maybe you’ve finally moved on.
One thing about me is that i’m a hider. I tend to hide things. Emotionally and physically. I don’t like talking to people about how I feel because most of the time, I don’t even know how to describe it or what i’m feeling.
When someone ask me what’s wrong, I usually just reply with a “nothing.” I mean it’s not that I don’t want to tell them, but it’s just because my mind is filled with thoughts. Thousands and thousands of thoughts that I just don’t know how to explain.
It’s like i’m numb. My feelings are numb. My mouth and mind is numb. I can’t describe anything because words can’t even explain the way I feel.