Sometimes, I just want to be like this girl. Throw on whatever,
grab a cute bag,
make my hair messy,
and eat ice-cream.
And just forget about all my troubles...
Because I feel like i'm being pushed away,
and pulled in,
at the same time.
It's mad.
It's kerayzee.
It's hell.
Your words and actions aren't equal.
Your words and actions are not on par.
Your words and actions don't mean the same thing.
I tried to move on. I really did. I tried to tell myself that you don’t want me and I can’t have you anymore.
So why is this happening?
I try so hard,
i try so hard,
i try so hard.
And it's difficult.
;(
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There are some hurts that you never completely get over. And you think time will diminish their presence and to a degree…it does. But it still hurts, because, well…hurt hurts.
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Love is always a good thing no matter how much it hurts. Even after it’s over, even through the pain, anyone who has ever really loved will tell you that they never regretted a second of it, no matter how much it hurt in the end. And if you tell me differently, I will tell you that you were not truly in love.
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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 you've accepted it, someone points it out to you and it'd hit you all over again.