Please leave format credit to 1986! people will come and go from your life. all good things must come to an end eventually. you cannot let these mere facts of life completely control your happiness. you must not depend on these things to feel whole, you must find wholeness in yourself. “
f o r m a t | s k a t e r r u l e s 2 3 1 And All My Dearest, This afternoon will be my last consistant day on witty until the new school year begins. Don't get me wrong, I will get on when I can during the summer, I promise. I will be back, this isn't a goodbye forever. So many of you have helped me through the school year and helped watch me grow emotionally. Sure, I have my downtime, but I am mainly happy. Thank you so much. Please, don't let witty die out over the summer, let it grow more. I hope that you all have a great and wonderful summer, and I hope none of you forget me. Stay strong, and fly on beauties. I will see you either when I get on during the summer, or next August. Goodbye my lovelies. Not forever though.
Drabble. We all have these deep scars.. Maybe we grown to be disasterous people in other's lives; you were one of those people in my life, that came in. It was that very first time, you told me I was beautiful, gave me those butterflies in my stomach. It was the first time, I ever heard of that. We were just 15, and that smile like the sun. Those eyes as cold as ice, but the touch of your fingers were warm against my fingers as we held hands. I've grown to fall more in love each day, to be heart broken with the sight I don't want to remember. Your hands on her waist, lips against hers, closed eyes and her arms wrapped around your neck. "It was a mistake," you tell me, "it's a mistake." So it was a mistake, every time my heart became broken? To the boy who I loved so dearly, was it a mistake? I've grown to learn that people are quick to betray others. I left everyone behind, to find another boy. Who told me, not everyone is the same, that we're all people who wander around in our minds trying to, mend our broken hearts. Was it even possible to fall in love with a broken heart? Even after, I pushed and pushed him away. He was persistent. I loved him for that, for putting back the pieces of me together. People are quick to betray, to judge..But nto everyone is the same. From loving someone.
I am friends with a giving tree, and he is surrounded by girls asking for twigs and leaves. He cries at the pain when some of his bark snaps off, but only on the inside; he dares not complain to those he loves. He turns to me for help. He hurts, but what can he do? He loves those who hurt him, and those who hurt him love him back, even if it's selfish love. I sit under his shade, though spotty it may be for lack of leaves, to help think of a solution of any sort, but I can't think of any consolation save one: I give him a branch of my own.
It's like I just can't be happy. even when there is literally nothing to worry about, because everything was so perfect, I have to think of a very bad thought. a possibility. and then I have to push it. and I ruin it. like, I really need to stop, because I like him too much to keep chasing him away.
Sometimes promises and I-love-you's run out, and you're left sitting there, wondering what happened. You look back but you can't pinpoint where things started to fall apart. The pain is too real. It grows and grows until it stops completely. You're tired of feeling, so you've made yourself numb. It takes a while, but the feelings come back. This time there is no pain. You are content. Slowly, you start to trust again. Your smiles and laughter are no longer forced. And then there are new promises and new I-love-you's. And you hope that these ones don't run out.
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April 25, 2015 2:08am UTC
I used to write poetry. I used to write poetry, and I wasn't good. I used to write poetry, and I wasn't good, but at least I tried. I used to sing. I used to sing, and my voice was off pitch. I used to sing, and my voice was off pitch, but at least I tried. I used to love. I used to love, and loving hurt me. I used to love, and loving hurt me, but at least I tried. I used to live. I used to live, and living was so hard. I used to live, and living was so hard, but at least I tried. I used to try. I used to try, and I used to fail. I used to try, and I used to fail, but at least I tried. I gave up trying. -c.b.l.
Maybe someday I'll look back and regret some things. Maybe I'll wish I could've taken myself by the shoulders and given myself a good shake, a good wake up call. Or maybe I don't need to wait for a feeling of regret. I already know the things I'll regret in the future, when I'm older. I'll regret being so mean to myself, and giving in too easy. I'll regret not being as generous, and being too closed off. I'll regret not looking out for myself, and not speaking up for myself, and not taking a stand for myself. I'll regret not taking opportunities that could have lead to yet even more opportunities, and last but not least I'll regret not being there for my parents. I know I'm the good kid, but there's still so much more I could be doing for them. So yeah. Since I know what I'll regret, I'm going to fix these things while I can. I feel like regret is one of the worst feelings someone could have. Because you feel so strongly about it but there's nothing you can do, since it's happened already, and it's done and it's out of your control. So I will make changes, and I will lessen the amount of things I will probably regret. You can do this too. e
I met this girl named Ana She's pretty, thin, and tall. She had the smallest frame I've seen and not a single flaw. I met this girl named Ana She introduced herself today. She seems so very nice. She says she wants to stay. I know this girl named Ana. She's so perfect and it's true. I'm so fat compared to her, But she'll make me skinny too. I'm friends with this girl named Ana. I've started eating less. And hating the person in the mirror. My life's become a mess. My best friend is this girl named Ana. I want her to always stay. All my other friends have left But she will never stray. The only one I listen to is Ana. She's so smart and full of advice. I'm starting to get smaller. My health is my only sacrifice. I'm scared of this girl named Ana. I can't get her out of my head. It finally occurred to me that Ana wants me dead. I hate this girl named Ana She makes my life a hell. Someone please hear my silent screams because she won't let me tell. My worst enemy is this girl called Ana. She's a demon in my head. She seemed so nice at first, But I was so misled. I'm prisoner to this girl called Ana. I'm captive to her will. I can't help but do what she says. How can I be so fat still? My murderer is this girl named Ana. She starved me to my grave. My heart finally stopped beating. I just couldn't continue to be brave. This is about a girl named Ana. She'll starve you to the grave. If you ever meet her, you should be afraid. Anna shows no mercy. She'll take your life away. If you give her the chance, in your head she'll stay.
HALF OF ME is filled with bursting words and the other half of me is painfully shy. I crave solitude yet also crave people. I want to pour life and love into everything yet also nurture my self-care and go gently. I want to live within the rush of primal, intuitive decision, yet also wish to sit and contemplate. This is the messiness of life -- that we all carry multitudes, so must sit with the shifts. We are complicated creatures, and ultimately, the balance comes from this understanding. Be water. Flowing, flexible, and soft. Subtly powerful and open. Wild and serene. Able to accept all changes, yet still lead by the pull of steady tides. It is enough.