“I did something a little different this time, I shrugged my shoulders, I took a few deep breaths, and I let it go… I’m sorry, goodbye.
The bottom line is life is about learning, whether you’re in school or not. We are human. We make mistakes. But your lowest moment might also be the one where you begin to rise & rise. So double back. Regroup. Brush yourself off, & try again.
Don’t let someone become a priority in your life when you are just an option in theirs
Its hard to move on and forget someone who meant so much to you. The memories play over and over in your head and you can’t help but want that person back. You cry and get mad that things changed and couldn’t work out. Your head and your heart are fighting each other and things get really hard. You feel so broken and torn inside that you don’t feel like you’ll ever be whole again. Heartbreak sucks, but moving on is the hardest part.
Everyone is beautiful in their own way. Everyone has at least one physical feature that is beautiful. Whether you think it or not everyone has outer beauty, some just fail to notice or embrace it. Nobody is the same. That means you have a feature or quality to you that nobody else in the world has. Everyone has unique features to them so instead of putting yourself or others down about the way they look or act, try to look for beauty in yourself and others.
Being a fan doesn’t mean you were there from the beginning, it means you are willing to be there until the end.
This is for the girls who don’t always win. Who stay up all night listening to music that inspires them. The girls that laugh, smile, and cry and think all on a daily basis. The girls who like, learn, and regret. The girls who may never have it easy. The girls who learn the hard way and live to tell about it. The real girls.
Something’s never get better. None of us know why we love, or why we stop loving, or why everyone we love, we lose.
Maybe your first love is the one that sticks with you because it’s the only person who will ever receive all of you. After that you learn better. But, most of all, no matter what, a piece of you forever remains left behind in the heart of the one you loved – a piece no further person could ever get, no matter what. That piece holds innocence, the belief that love really can last forever. It holds friendship and pain, trial and error, that one kiss you’ll never forget, and that night under the stars you can never get back. It holds youth and everything you thought love would be, everything that was proven wrong.
Sometimes there are no right answers. Sometimes you can only trust yourself. Sometimes you have to be your own hero.
No one has the right to condemn you on how you repair your broken heart because no one knows how much you’re hurting.
You have to believe there are kisses and laughs and risks worth taking.
Stop worrying about what’s in the past. It might not have been pleasant, but it’s over.
Don’t be afraid of enjoying life. Sometimes all we gotta do is say: Screw it.
People always say to follow your heart but what they don’t tell you is that, just because you follow your heart, it doesn’t mean there’ll be a happy ending.
I am scared. Of what? Of what the future holds. Is there really someone, somewhere who’s destined to be with me for the rest of his life?
We may love the wrong person, cry for the wrong reason. But one thing is for sure, mistakes help us to find the right person.
Isn’t it amazing how you can keep so much bottled up inside, but you walk around, and nobody has any idea.”
Edited for language/parts that don’t apply to me at all. Taken off a friend’s facebook. There are parts in here I completely relate to, some not so much. But what scares me is: I can relate to this and there is a possibility I may further relate to it in the future.
I don’t know if I should laugh or cry.
Perhaps it’s a good idea to start the dusting off now, just in case. So I won’t cry. I will set my features to that of grim determination that I will fight until every last option for things to go my way is used up. Then I can say I know I tried everything and it is by no fault of my own things didn’t turn out how I hoped.
That will probably end up being the reason I am crushed completely, if I am.
Actually, no, I will not be crushed. I will hunt out something even better. As unfeasible as that seems at this time.
But that’ll only happen if it doesn’t go well. Which, in my blind hope, I can’t imagine.
I don’t care if I’m illogical. I am happy.