sixhundred'nine

Maybe if I was more like you, this wouldn't have been big to me. And maybe if I was more like you, I wouldn't be hurting. But then again, if I was more like you, I would never know how to love..

sixhundred'eight

Before you, I was never so emotional. No one could make me cry, and no one made me think so hard. But now the tears flow, like rain from the saddest sky there is, and my frantic thoughts are tearing me apart. I'm not going to let it end this way. I'm done feeling sorry for myself, and I'm done being broken, and I'm done letting you make me feel like that at all. I'm going to make myself stronger, no matter how I have to do it, because these thoughts are driving me insane, and I'm not going to let that be me anymore. I'm taking a stand.

sixhundred'seven

It made me feel uncomfortable - that wincing kind of discomfort you feel when someone you like, someone close to you, suddenly starts acting like a complete stranger.

sixhundred'six

So, when my friends ask me why I loved you, I didn't know what to say. They kept going on about how you didn't treat me right, or how we weren't the best couple. I couldn't find the words to tell them. Because there is none, in a way they were right. But what I felt for you was completely different from anything I have ever felt before. Before you, I had no idea what I wanted. Being with you changed that. It gave me a look at everything I have ever wanted. Maybe it was the small things, or they way you spoke to me. All I know is that I never wanted to let go...

sixhundred'five

If, after reading this, you still don't believe that you have a person that totally loves and admires you, you're wrong. You're just wrong, because no matter what you're thinking, and no matter how "uncool" you are, I think you're amazing, and I think you're beautiful, because everyone and everything has beauty, and you just happen to be a part of that everyone.

sixhundred'four

It would be so nice if something made sense for a change.

sixhundred'three

For this girl, music is her life. It was there with her through all the drama, the break ups, the fights with friends. Ask her to name her favourite song, she'll name ten. When she's been put down, kicked around, all she has to do is put on her headphones and walk away from it all.

sixhundred'two

I'm the only one that's ever really loved you, the only one that will wait forever for you, the only one that no matter how many times you fuck me over, or how many times you hurt me, I'll still be here, and every time you come running back, I'll be there, letting you back in with open arms, love and everything I've thought and you said we had all along.

sixhundred'one

I've never understood why people make such a big deal about New Year's eve. Yeah, it's an occasion to pop open the champagne and spend time with family and friends, but that doesn't seem so special to me. Everyday is just like any other. Every year feels the same, living in the same place with the same people where nothing changes except the little details. To me, New Year is about reflecting on what you have achieved in the past year and what you would want to happen in the next 365 days. A new beginning is a treasured thing, but everyday is what you make of it.
I just want to be happy and fall in love with life...


Happy 2012... Make it count.

sixhundred

There it goes again. That heavy feeling in your chest when you don't feel any desire to speak or move. All you want to do is close your eyes and sleep, because the process of being broken is incredibly exhausting. You try your best to make your days fulfilling, but no matter how hard you try you can't seem to connect to anyone or anything.

fivehundred'ninetynine

Sometimes I think I need to get away, pack my things, get on a plane, head off alone, never look back at the town I called home; maybe visit California, I hear it's nice there. But all the waves and the coastline sunset shores would just make me realise how empty and lonely I really am and would just make me miss you more..

fivehundred'ninetyeight

There is a fine line between love and hate. You hear that cliche all the time. But no one told you that the moment you crossed it, it would be the one you least expected. You'd fall in love and crack open a secret door to let your soul mate in. You just never expected such closeness one day to feel like an intrusion.

fivehundred'ninetyseven

I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a God, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn't make for an interesting person. I didn't want to be interesting, it was too hard. 
What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.

fivehundred'ninetysix

I know I'm full of insecurities and disappointments, but I promise you there's a part of me worth keeping.

fivehundred'ninetyfive

No, it's not like that. It's not what you're thinking. I was serious when I said "All of it." I can remember every moment we were together, and in every moment there was something wonderful. I can't really pick one time that meant more than any other. The entire year was perfect, the kind of year everyone should have. How could I pick one moment over any other? Poets describe love as an emotion that we can't control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That's what it was like for me. I didn't plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if you planned on falling for me. But as soon as we spoke, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has happened only once, and that's why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I'll never forget a single moment of it...