By now I've realized my life is far from perfect.
Imagine waking up around 2pm,checking your phone in hopes of a text from the certain someone(no luck),stumbling over to your mirror,and not being able to recognize the reflection as you.
Recently I realized this is how I've been living.
I put my all into relationships,and when they come to an end, I'm left with nothing but the shell of what I became. I bend and change to fit the guy's liking. I wish he's call me a little more often. I wish I wasn't afraid of losing him. Heck,even if he just sounded a little happier to talk to me I'd be love drunk on top of cloud nine.
I was convinced things could mend, but now I'm sure that this broken heart can only get worse if I stay with the one who hurt me.
I'm starring at the floor, every now and then glancing up to stare at the perfection in flesh,only to watch them roll their eyes and say something about what I'm talking about. The truth is I'm just trying to console a friend. The truth is I'm think I'd rather be anywhere but here. Fighting with the one I love.
I live by these words: "Fake a smile,laugh at his joke,and don't screw up. Don't cry until you hit the 'end call' button,suck it up, and do it all over again tomorrow.".
This has got to be unhealthy.
I've used up my "Oh my God no don't cry baby I love you!" passes, and now I just get "Oh my God,stop crying!". I'm no longer "perfect,adoreable,sweet,and caring", but "selfish,predictable,annoying,and clingy".
Where did the love go?
I wait for it to return and just as things begin to smooth out,something happens and it's back to "You don't love me!" "Yes I do!" No you Don't!" "You know what?! Fuck this!" -silence-.
God help me.
I see so much is this boy that I consider myself so lucky to even be talking to him. I adore,cherish,and need him like the air I breathe. We've been through so much, but so has my heart. How much more damage can a broken heart take?
It almost healed this summer.
And then he betrayed me once again with the girl he cheated on me with before. All my hard work,all the nights of staying up with him, all the weekends of endless talking,all our plans...they didn't mean a single thing.
He threw love that came straight from the heart away for a make out session with a random girl he claims "Meant nothing".
"If she meant nothing,why did you do it?"
"I don't know."
I never knew heartbreak until I dated him. I've endured mental abuse,physical abuse,cheating,lies,being used...nothing compares to this.
But...
I love him more than anything I've ever known and he makes me the happiest girl in the whole wide world.
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