Hey guys! So, I joined this when I was 12 years old. This is so crazy. Here I am deciding to log back onto this platform as a 23 year old! I am interested in sharing my life with you guys and for showing you how much I have improved with my writing. Not only that, my whole style of writing quotes has changed completely. As I got older, the way I write has more depth and meaning to it. Ten years later and here I am on this website that I was on when I was just a little girl. I'm surprised I remembered my username and password!
Looking back at my quotes from months ago, even years ago.. I always wrote a quote about how happy I was to even be talking to this one person. And it amazes me, how to this very day he is still the reason for the smile on my face.
We all have that one person we never really get over. No matter how many times he's hurt you, or broke your heart you still take him back, because you still have hope that he changed another time around. Everybody is confused why you're even taking him back. Sometimes, you're even confused why you're taking him back. But see, that's what love does to us. It confuses us. I guess it also just depends on what type of person you are, are you willing to take another chance, another shot at love? I know I am, I am ready. It's just so amazing how I feel about him. It's been a couple years, and I can promise you every kiss is like the first. Every glance and every touch gives me that intense spark rushing through my body. And when he tells me he is sorry for hurting me, I believe him. But that's what love does. It allows us to see the good in things.
People always ask me if I still love him, I mean of course I do. How can I not? Regardless of how he treated me, he made me feel like the most important girl in the world. I still feel the same way for him as I did the first day we went out. I just honestly don't know what it is. I don't know why I love him so damn much. But, two chances. I gave him two chances, and he broke me twice. As much as I want to go back to him, I know there is someone better out there for me. It's time to let go of the wrong one, and let the right one come along. I can't keep doing this to myself. I can't keep hoping he changed, and then get crushed all over again. It isn't fair.
Two whole months. Two months since you passed away grandma and i miss you more and more each day. I still believe that one day I'm going to come home from school, and run downstairs and you'll be there. But instead I go down to an empty, cold apartment. Your smell still takes up the apartment and each time I go down there every single memory replays in my head. Honestly, I'm learning now that no amount of tears will bring you back, and no matter how many times I pray you won't just reappear. I wish things were that easy, but unfortunately they aren't. I wish i had one more chance to see you. Because if I knew I was going to loose you I would have hugged you and never let go. I miss sitting on your lap and reading you stories, and I miss getting annoyed everytime you called the house. The annoying things you did made me love you even more. And I feel like we had a special connection grandma. A connection you had with nobody else. I could tell you anything and you would understand. I feel like a whole entire part of me is missing, and it just won't ever come back. Can you hear me? Are you watching over me? I miss you so much and this pain is destroying me. You'll be forever in my heart. I love you.
Sometimes you have to learn how to let go of somebody. No matter if you love them or not, if they hurt you. don't keep taking them back. Sometimes, you have to be strong and let go of them, because how are you going to find the right person if you keep on lingering on the wrong person?
The Truth? Am I It is so unbelievable how insecure I am. I hate being in crowds, because I am always comparing myself to everybody else. And I just end up getting disappointed. I feel like when I'm with my friends, I'm the one that is to the side more because I'm shy and not as outgoing as them. I have really small boobs, and I constantly get reminded of it everyday. I have so many pimples on my face. Like, why can't I have at least one good thing about me? Why do I have to be so insecure? It f u c k i n g disgusts me how I can't even look in the mirror and feel pretty. Or even look it. I don't even like myself. Format by Sandrasaurus