I've always been told that I deserve better. But I never took that advice to heart because I am an extremely passionate person. Whatever I want, no matter how painful, difficult, or tiring it is, I will put my utmost heart and efforts into attaining it. But lately, I've been drained of the energy to hold on.
[16.07.2010 1:11:39] Chesta.: сейчас, когда лицо загорело, видно меньше.
но, как только я перестаю есть, одеваю черную одежду или..или не знаю, почему еще.. они очень даже заметны. Учителя вечно задают вопросы, мол, сплю ли я, что случилось, болезненный вид и т.д.
[16.07.2010 1:13:22] ****: звучит глупо, но мне кажется они украшают )
Holy shit. I can’t take it anymore. It’s unbearable and verging obsessive now. You have taken over my mind like some disease. Or many a drug that takes my life over. I am addicted. But this isn’t bad. It’s only bad because I haven't had the courage to talk to you yet. You have taken over my mind. And I know it’ll stop if I talk to you. But I can’t.
Danny: thanks you helped me to finish my song, and go for it!! x
yeah..
even i cant forget my first love.
I have been with her for three years during my college days. we were very good friends. but somehow she fell with someother guy. I could not even tell her my feelings
I miss her so much. even I cant love any other like i loved her
Danny: ... Not going to lie, that's some seriously fucked up shit. Just shut off your brain and get over it.
you never get the same after getting your heart broken by your first love. you will always be a little bit broken, and your heart will always skip a beat when you see him and even if you sometimes think that you finally reached a point when you can let go, something will happen which will make it impossible to move on. I guess you just have to live according to these conditions and try your best to make the best out of it and accept that it will hurt and you will never truly move on but that even though you don't want to let go it is already gone and you can't do a thing to change it, you realy can't do anything to change it. you just have to remember that this is life, and believe that what will come will be better than what came before, try to focus on that, even though it feels like your heart falls to pieces everty single day. i'm still struggeling with it but i have to continue trying.
Danny: It’s been two years. I remember the two first months felt like forever. Two years ago I thought I would be ok in a two years time. I wasn’t back then, it felt like a never ending pain. But the reasonable me kept on saying "Hold on, just hold on. I will be okay, it will end one day and it will go faster than you expect. It just doesn’t feel like that right now. But I know it will.”
I honestly thought two years would be more than enough to… I don’t even know to what. To move on, to stop hurting, to stop crying, to stop loving. Perhaps even to forget?
But I haven’t. I haven’t stopped crying or hurting. I haven’t really moved on. And I have definitely not forgotten.
So now I don’t know what I should tell myself anymore.
I guess people who say that you’ll never forget your first true love are actually telling the truth.
Прочитал, развернув бумажного журавлика, которого она в толпе, проходя мимо со своими знакомыми, незаметно сунула ему прямо в руку. Он кинул изумленный, тревожный взгляд ей в след, и тут же немного успокоился, увидев ее веселую улыбку, когда она обернулась.
- Бред.
Он еще раз посмотрел в их сторону, уже разглядывая ускользающие маленькие фигурки людей в ее компании. Мысли его перемешались, он даже забыл про записку, написанную мелким корявым почерком, и сам того не заметив, выпустил ее из своей ладони при порыве прохладного весеннего ветра.
но, как только я перестаю есть, одеваю черную одежду или..или не знаю, почему еще.. они очень даже заметны. Учителя вечно задают вопросы, мол, сплю ли я, что случилось, болезненный вид и т.д.
[16.07.2010 1:13:22] ****: звучит глупо, но мне кажется они украшают )
even i cant forget my first love.
I have been with her for three years during my college days. we were very good friends. but somehow she fell with someother guy. I could not even tell her my feelings
I miss her so much. even I cant love any other like i loved her
I honestly thought two years would be more than enough to… I don’t even know to what. To move on, to stop hurting, to stop crying, to stop loving. Perhaps even to forget?
But I haven’t. I haven’t stopped crying or hurting. I haven’t really moved on. And I have definitely not forgotten.
So now I don’t know what I should tell myself anymore.
I guess people who say that you’ll never forget your first true love are actually telling the truth.
- Привет, я вернулась.
Как же я всё-таки по себе скучала.
В последние дни просыпаюсь совершенно разбитой. Похоже, каждую ночь, во сне я "решаю высшую математику", да и если бы только во сне..
Грустная улыбка.
..и все-таки улыбка.
Тебе.
Надеюсь мне повезет и меня собьет автобус.
Прочитал, развернув бумажного журавлика, которого она в толпе, проходя мимо со своими знакомыми, незаметно сунула ему прямо в руку. Он кинул изумленный, тревожный взгляд ей в след, и тут же немного успокоился, увидев ее веселую улыбку, когда она обернулась.
- Бред.
Он еще раз посмотрел в их сторону, уже разглядывая ускользающие маленькие фигурки людей в ее компании. Мысли его перемешались, он даже забыл про записку, написанную мелким корявым почерком, и сам того не заметив, выпустил ее из своей ладони при порыве прохладного весеннего ветра.