How to lose 3 pounds in two days : leave your fiancee for reasons even you don't get because you are a borderline/biploar headcase and listen to Celine Dion and cry so your eyes are this neverending wonderous red puffy design.
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Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
she told me baby life tastes better when you're high
And once again the love is over.
The man gone, but the love never lost.
Sometimes love is just not enough no matter how hard you try.
Sometimes you have to be selfish and say, "no more, I can't be unhappy anymore".
Sometimes you can't stop fucking crying, sometimes the ache of your head from the tears hurts more than the ache in your heart to once again be under the warm scent that perfumes from his nostrils... Sometimes all the alcohol, pain killers, music, and company can't take the pain in your heart away.
I wish I could have been stronger and healthier. I wish you could have kept your promises.
Our life together is over but life itself is not.
In my life I will get better, I will try and try and try and maybe someday be stable enough to be with an amazing man like you again - but I cannot, no matter how hard I try, forget you and what I shared with you for what feels like a lifetime.
I start a new life now.
As do you.
I love you.
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