TO THE GUY WHO BROKE MY HEART:
I wish you nothing but the best. I hold no grudge against you. Despite being hurt and crying myself to sleep every night since then.
Here I am, typing all the pain away, hitting the letters of the keyboard like a maniac. Remembering what's left and trying to compile every memory in a chest located at the very center of my heart, where it will be locked forever.
You were once my happy pill, my reason for everything; the apple of my eye, peanut butter to my jelly, cherry on top of my ice cream.
You meant the whole world to me. You had already completed my day even if it has just started. The reason why I smile. The person who filled the gaps of my fragile heart. You were the missing piece that completed the puzzle. The rainbow after the rain. You put the colors to my colorless life. But unfortunately, the crayons you used were washable.
You taught me so much. I've matured and grown a lot. I owe it all to you so thank you.
I still wish tomorrow would be better than today. And that everything would eventually turn out okay. But I'm in no hurry. I know I'd get there... someday.
From: The girl with a broken heart
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Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Monday, September 3, 2012
From a girl with a broken heart
This past week has been physically, mentally, and emotionally tiring; it felt like I rode a roller coaster to another planet. No joke.
Anyway, I just want to scream my lungs out, pound on a desk, and cry like a baby... but I can't. So here I am letting all the emotions out through my small virtual space in the place called cyberspace.
I have a lot of questions in mind: why do we need to lose certain battles, why are some people just plain stupid when it comes to love, why do we get hurt? Yes, cheesy stuff we have here.
I don't know, it's like an asteroid hit me and now, I'm just a mess. Come and help throw me out into the garbage!
I want to say sooo many things to someone right now but I don't know how. All communication means have been cut and I end up being a sore loser, shattered, waiting for that person to come back and put all the pieces back together like nothing happened. But then, you can't erase nor hide all the scars that reminds all the pain.
I don't know if I'm doing the right thing. I don't know anything. This is just... sad. One of those days. </3
Anyway, I just want to scream my lungs out, pound on a desk, and cry like a baby... but I can't. So here I am letting all the emotions out through my small virtual space in the place called cyberspace.
I have a lot of questions in mind: why do we need to lose certain battles, why are some people just plain stupid when it comes to love, why do we get hurt? Yes, cheesy stuff we have here.
I don't know, it's like an asteroid hit me and now, I'm just a mess. Come and help throw me out into the garbage!
I want to say sooo many things to someone right now but I don't know how. All communication means have been cut and I end up being a sore loser, shattered, waiting for that person to come back and put all the pieces back together like nothing happened. But then, you can't erase nor hide all the scars that reminds all the pain.
I don't know if I'm doing the right thing. I don't know anything. This is just... sad. One of those days. </3
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