eightyseven.

What to do? You long to cry out until your salty tears run dry, yet there isnt enough decent excuses in this world of ours to waste your precious time on this little insignificant mess. You want to breathe in so deeply that you could possiblkly suffocate yourself to death, from the intoxication of life's true scent. Sometimes you want to shrivel up into a dark corner, after all, you have been hiding all this time, nobody ever had the chance to tell you that you were living a lie all along. I know you want to be mad at those stupid guys who didnt last, or the ones from your past, only because they moved on much too fast. This is you. You're stuck in this mindframe. You put yourself here, and you continue to be oblivious to your self-created torture of mind games, shutting everyone out while you still want them inside. I know what its like. You're still torn between two. Those who are truly going to be capable to last and those ones who have proved you right from the past.

The people you love the most will always be the ones who hurt you the deepest. It does work the other way around, too.