In the end, it’s either we force ourselves to believe that we’re strong enough to move on, even when we’re not, or succumb to the fact that we are too weak to do so.
I wanted you before. Now, I think I still want you. I want you out of my life.
I’m getting over you most of the time. If I say it like I mean it, then maybe I’ll believe it like it’s true.
It sucks to know that the only thing you can do is stare. Not because you don’t want to do anything, but because you know that there’s nothing more you can do and that he is no longer yours to keep. It’s hard when you realize that he finally found someone better than you. And you, yourself know that everything has got stop and accept defeat.
It’s his birthday today.
When will I ever forget this date and just let it pass? Why do I have to keep remembering when I know that it make no sense? And why did I even greet him? Why do I STILL CARE?!