Facebook cheating
FUCK BITCHES WHO TRY TO RUIN YOUR RELATIONSHIP THROUGH FACEBOOK VIA HITTING ON YOUR BOYFRIEND EVERY GOD DAMN DAY! GROW UP
Men = 8th wonder of the world
I cannot understand men, boys, pigs… Whatever your name for them might be. They lie, they cheat, they steal, among many other things. I can understand reasons they might do all of these things but I still do not know why it’s something they always do. Is there a man who will not cheat, lie or steal from you? They can lie, cheat and steal from you in more than physical ways and all of these are inevitable. It’s going to happen somewhere down the road. A man will steal your heart and leave, cheat you of your passions and dreams and lie to you about it all until the end. And even when the end is over still do you not feel cheated, stolen, and lied too? A wise woman once told me as I was blinded by love that “all men cheat. No matter how true their heart or soul, they always cheat.” I didn’t believe her then, I thought like anyone else in love might, she had been broken, But this won’t happen to me. But it did. He lied, he cheated and he stole My precious time to live. But here I am again, new time, new boy.. And here I am waiting for it all to fall down again.
I don’t want to hate you anymore. But there is nothing in this world that could make me stop. Everywhere I turn I see something of you that ignites this hatred with such striking force. I resent you for everything you are. You are the devil people speak of but rarely meet. Unfortunately I had to be one of the few who did. FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I want to dance in the rain, chase the end of a rainbow, lay in a garden full of flowers. I want to feel alive again.
Puzzle pieces
For the first time in my life I feel like I am stuck in a gap between dreams and reality. I have put myself into a different life completely unlike my own and it is here where I can not adapt to fit in. I do not find the comforts I used to in friends but instead spend countless hours and days alone thinking what brought me here and what will I do about it?! And then it hits me, I probably will do nothing about it because I lack the fire that burns inside and urges one to achieve their goals. I have lost my fire, the pit of passion I felt once to be the best I could be is gone. Gone because I gave to much of myself to something that wasn’t worth it. It killed me passion and it put out my fire to be anything but ordinary. I am missing pieces to my puzzle and without them I am not complete. But my pieces have been stolen or lost and I know not where to recover them.
I feel something burning deep inside of me. A feeling so strong and so mysterious. It burns and ignites me with rage, with love, with regret, with many sorrows. What is It? It’s a new a feeling, the burning only began a few months ago. It scares me for it is so unknown. My rage burns with a hot fiery passion coming from my heart and soul telling me DO NOT TRUST, DO NOT LOVE AGAIN. My emotions and every inch of me only wants to love again. But this fire inside me burns so deeply and angrily, reminding me of the images of the past. I have found something that makes me feel alive, that fills me with passion, something I feel I won’t be able to let go of again, that is new love. But this burning anger inside me is testing me, my past is haunting me. For the heart of a crossed lover is as fragile and broken as shattered glass.
What is love?
There are many different kinds of love. There is the love you have for your family or friends. The love of your pets. Some people love things like their car, a pair of shoes… Anything. These loves are usually unconditional but not complex. You love your family because they are your family, you love your friends because they support you differently than family and usually you trust them with your life. But then there is LOVE, the kind that can make or ruin you. The love so strong you feel like you can’t live without it. For some people this love lasts for a lifetime, they unconditionally love each other until the day they die. For others, this love is a dream like state. You find it, but once it’s in your grasps you don’t know what to do with it, you get scared and throw love away. Love has turned into a game of who can break who faster. Does anyone really know what love is? How it feels? What it means? Love is a powerful word,and an immensely powerful feeling, when did it become socially acceptable to throw love around like a rag doll? When I find my LOVE again, it will not be dealt with blindly, I will not dream again of love that can break me down but I will dream of LOVE. LOVE I can cherish and hold with me until the end of my days.
