We, you and me, feel like a distant memory.

I love being in love, but I hate falling in love. Does that make sense?

I also hate falling out of love. How do you even do that? Stop loving someone?

Would you prefer that I be in tears?

I say, “life goes on”
People look at me in awe
Is this new knowledge?

Why can’t people just be real about how they feel?

What are you even doing? Trying to save face?
All you’ve managed to do is push me further away from you.

WHAT ARE YOU THINKING

There’s no promise of a tomorrow

Where things will be as I imagine

There’s no going back to a yesterday

When things were as they were

There’s only a today, a now

The way things are meant to be

"I know better now that love is never a guarantee. Not when you have the rest of the world to contend with." ————truer words have never been spoken

Lang Leav why huhuhu did you get broken hearted a lot?? :(((((((( the feels huhuhu

*found this on fb and saved it on a whim. Can’t find the original owner of the graphic huhu

"I know better now that love is never a guarantee. Not when you have the rest of the world to contend with." ————truer words have never been spoken

Lang Leav why huhuhu did you get broken hearted a lot?? :(((((((( the feels huhuhu

*found this on fb and saved it on a whim. Can’t find the original owner of the graphic huhu

Maaaaaaan. I’ve been like a rock these past few days. Didn’t even flinch when I saw the pretty notebook you got me from Europe. I even wrote your name inside without feeling sad or anything. I also flipped through the books you got me and even considered wearing the shirt you designed. But, again: MAAAAN. That all changed in a snap. That goddamned Pusheen card totally killed me. I was just talking about being fine yesterday and here I am again now. I wonder why being at home makes ~this~ harder? When I’m alone in my condo I don’t even get this lonely. Is that going to change?

I’ve never been a typically romantic person. I don’t believe in soulmates, I think destiny is hullaballoo and I think people who believe in forever are delusional. I’ve always been the kind of person who believed that love is not enough. The world runs on so much more than love.

This all really, really, really sucks. And it all really, really, really hurts.

Contrary to what I’ve been posting on in here, I am relatively fine. I feel fine, I look fine. I actually AM fine… For the most part. I’ve been really busy with school and stuff that I really can’t afford to let myself mope.

It’s kind of freaking me out how ‘fine’ I am about all this. Am I going to have a late breakdown? Or.. Do I truly understand what happened?
I sure as hell don’t accept it yet, but I really think I understand things better now.

It’s also interesting to me how I haven’t resorted to my vices. Sure, I thought about it for like.. 10 seconds. But then I let it go. Can you believe I stayed in (alone) on a Friday night and watched Iron Man and Iron Man 2 instead of drinking my life away? #Mature? Hahahaha

I have a lot of sad moments throughout the day but they’re usually just flashes and I’m able to move on from them quickly.

What’s hard for me to deal with are the idle moments but even that is cake compared to the moment before sleep.

I hope you’re doing well.


I’m gonna be okay.

I thought Friday night alone was bad, but Saturday is a whole different kind of hell.


Why.