November 2010
I’ve been through this pain before, thanks God I survived. It hurts like walking on broken glass, and it leaves scars in your heart and mind, memories are poisonous.
It took me a year to recover from the first punch and six months to feel free again. To smile again. To feel happy with a group of people. To open my mind to new possibilities
It hurted me so much when I found out that...
Music is the key to open my little world.
October 2010
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I miss those days when I was truly happy. I miss seeing you walk through the door in the morning. I miss the happiness that I felt when you looked at me. I miss the sound of your laughter. I miss your hand playing with mine. I miss every moment we spend. I miss everything. The only thing I do not miss, is what I felt the day you left.
I miss being happy.
ashleetotheryan:
cuntpunt:
I miss the way your hand fits into mine I miss your eyes I miss your crooked smile I miss your wackyness I miss your laugh I miss your hair I miss the way you smell I miss calling you mine I miss (slow) dancing with you I miss watching movies with you I miss talking on the phone all hours of the night with you I miss your presence. I miss you
I miss being happy.
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When the one thing you’re looking for Is nowhere to be found And you back stepping all of your moves Trying to figure it out You wanna reach out You wanna give in Your head’s wrapped around what’s around the next bend You wish you could find something warm ‘Cause you’re shivering cold It’s the first thing you see as you open your eyes The last thing you say as your saying goodbye Something...
“As a kid I moved around a lot. To find some form of consistency, I had to find a...”
– LIGHTS 