| You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there. — Bob Marley |
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| When am I going to have the balls to put myself before others? Life is not about pleasing others but about being happy with who you are....
When does my life start?
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| I love when people talk about me behind my back
keep it up
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| So apparently I have no idea how to use Xanga anymore. I'm having a lot of difficulty trying to change the look of it. Cause I would really prefer if tomorrow didn't come soon...
I'm finding that I haven't been this unhappy... ever. I cry a lot more than I should. I've been thinking more and more that I should really talk to someone, cause this doesn't seem normal. I feel like I really don't have anyone to talk to, so I might as well talk to someone who has to, right?
I don't do my school work until the very last minute because I always sleep. Like today, I was supposed to catch up on all the reading that I haven't done. Instead I went to my parents house and passed out for about 4 hours. I need this semester to be over so that I can have a fresh start.
It also doesn't help that all of my friends are now in relationships. It makes it that much worse having to watch all of them be all happy with their significant other while I'm struggling to get used to being single. Not saying that I'm not happy for them and all... but out of my own selfishness, I wish my closest friends would listen and understand how much it hurts to hear about how happy they are.
Goal: get through the semester, not fail any classes, not let this affect you any more than it should...
breathe...
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| You don't even realize...
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