I always…
tell myself that I will let you go.
I’m finally doing it. I didn’t think I’d have the nerve to do it this soon, but I have to do this for myself. For the sake on my sanity. There is someone else after you. Truth is, you gave me hope. Whether it was intentional or not, you strung me along for the better part of the year. You are the standard to my every guy for the moment, but one day there will be a man that will love me. I imagined that you would finally realize how much I cared about you and that I should have been the girl you’re with. We were so good together and from the last time we saw each other - it seemed that we still were. So I wonder if you ever think how well we work.
I know thoughts like that are influential to why I was unable to wrap my mind of the idea of just moving on. I will just say this… the steps to being that “somebody that you used to know” is painful. Still, it’s got to be done.
I like being alone.
buddhacoffee:
I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone.
I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.
It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.
I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.
But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.
If you are going to whine, whine and whine you don’t deserve to be a nurse.
You don’t get to know me anymore. You just don’t.
thatkindofwoman:
with beautiful people.
I really hope my plan to travel falls through.
You have impeccable timing. Right when I think you’ve forgotten about me or that I’ll be able to close myself off, you come back stampeding in and I feel obligated to unravel at your command. But that’s the thing. You don’t get to do that anymore. My heart isn’t vacant and you never loved me. This probably will never mean shit to you, but we could have it all. I had so much to give. So much love for you. You broke me.
Now I can’t keep on with this game. I pulling away and now you know. I am sorry. But congratulations, dear.
I could pretend that it’s alright, because we’ve come a long way. So thanks.
