Why does it have to be complicated.
Why does it have to feel as if my soul was ripped out of me and torn into a million pieces.
Am I not allowed to be happy?
Am I not allowed to feel loved?
Do I not deserve it...
The moment when all your dreams come true, who do you want standing next to you? Through your darkest hour, through your brightest day. There's always one person that could make your day that much brighter, to be that flicker of hope through the darkness.
Meeting that person is truly a gift, a gift like no other. It's like opening your eyes for the first time and taking in the intensity of the world, full of hope and wonder.
When it's gone, it's the worst kind of pain. Loneliness and dispair become your closest friends.
Hold it dear forever, everyday, every hour, every second. Because it hurts like hell once it's gone.
Wow things have definitely changed. I'm not the same insecure person I was before. Being here has taught me how to be tough and assertive and it has shown me that I can make it in anything I work hard at. This is the motivation that i've needed for so long. Now I can't wait for what comes next... I'm ready!
It's not that I cannot survive without you. It's that I love spending most of my time with you. The truth is I'm the happiest when you are around.
The shower turned on, steam started filling the room. I sat on the edge of your bed, you had left the bathroom door open so we could talk while I waited for you... I've known you for years but this was only our 3rd date and it wasn't going as planned. You were a little late, I was moody from a long day. I kept thinking that the perfect night we had spent hours planning, was ruined... Only later on did I realise that the imperfections are what made it uniquely perfect. The small caring gestures and secret moments that we share are the most special; like your hand on my back when I'm stressed or anxious... It soothes me. Your concern and worry, comforts and protects me. The love that you radiate warms my soul..
I like being left alone! I actually prefer it. Being alone is so much easier than having to wear a mask. No one sees who I really am, and at times I barely recognise myself...
Everything's the clearest and most vivid just before a storm. And the storm is near...
Sometimes I just feel so lost. I always say that I feel myself slipping away, but its more than just that, maybe I want to just be lost maybe things will be easier. Why do I find it easier to post on my blog when I am depressed, instead of speaking to those who I am closest to? Maybe its because I know that what I want and need to hear I wont get from them. All I know is that sometimes I just need to talk about how I feel no matter how foolish I might seem and sometimes, I JUST NEED YOU TO LISTEN.