I hate the feeling when you feel all alone in a room full of people.
I hate the feeling when you know something bad is gonna happen and you want to prevent it, but you can't.
I hate the feeling when you did all you can do, but its never good enough.
I hate the feeling when you get all emotional, but then later tell yourself its not worth your tears.
I hate the feeling when you care for someone so much, but they don't care much for you.
I hate the feeling when you want confront someone, but if you do it'll only make things worse.
I hate the feeling when you have all the faith in something, but everyone is against you.
I hate the feeling when you want something, but its too hard to get.
I hate the feeling when you need to vent out your feelings but there's no one to go to.
I hate the feeling when you try to make something work, but there's always something in the way.
I hate the feeling when you lose someone's trust and its almost impossible to gain it back.
I hate the feeling when all you want to do is cry, but at the end of the day, it solves nothing.
I hate the feeling when you're so hurt it feels like your heart literally just dropped.
I hate the feeling when you're down, there's no one to bring you up.
I hate the feeling when you expect too much from a person, but later become disappointed cus they didn't meet your standards.
I hate the feeling when you just wanna give up, but you know you'll regret it.
I hate the feeling when you don't know what to do and there's no one to guide you.
I hate the feeling when the one person in your life you never thought would hurt you finally hurts you...and its the worst feeling you ever felt...
Just makes you want to never feel anything ever again...
I remember the day Marc told me that you thought I was cute.
I remember the day you added me on myspace.
I remember the time we messaged each other everyday.
I remember the day you told me you were going to Italy for 2 weeks.
I remember the day you gave me the most awkward hug but I still felt butterflies.
I remember the day you left to Italy while I was still at school.
I remember the day you asked for my number through a message on myspace.
I remember the day I told you I don't give personal info through the internet.
I remember the day I felt that "firework" crush.
I remember the day of the first quince practice, where we were so nervous to talk to each other.
I remember the day you finally asked for my number in person during bowling.
I remember the day you first texted me...because you played the waiting game.
I remember the day you found out I had a "firework" crush on you.
I remember the day you told me you liked me, June 14, 2009.
I remember the day I told you I liked you, June 21, 2009.
I remember the day we had our first, yet another AWKWARD, kiss...because I was so embarrassed I turned when you leaned in.
I remember the times when we stayed up til 4AM talking on the phone when you were at your cousin's house.
I remember the numerous times we played 21 questions.
I remember the weeks we never saw we each other.
I remember the days we were so excited to finally hang out.
I remember the first movie we went to with a very awkward group.
I remember the first thing we said we wanted to do together...watch UP!
I remember the day we got together, August 29, 2009.
Ever since that day, I still continue to remember more and more things about you and the things that we shared together. I hope I will keep remembering because of the many experiences we are bound to go through in our relationship. You are my boyfriend, best friend, and family. I love you with all my heart. Please don't forget the feelings we felt a year ago and the feelings we are feeling now. You will forever have a place in my heart and that is a promise. I love you.
Love Your Girlfriend,
Ria
In my opinion, the word "sorry" is a word most used in vain out of all words. You either mean it or you don't. Most people say it cus they just don't want to be in trouble or keep fighting. Others say it because they truly mean it. When people don't mean it, its when they don't act upon it to redeem themselves. When people do mean it, they'll do anything in their power to prevent themselves from making the same mistake. I'll admit, I've used this word in vain, many times but who hasn't? We're only human, we make mistakes...but that isn't any excuse to continue making mistakes. Mistakes are made to be learned from. The more mistakes you make, the more lessons you're being taught. For me, I must go through things in order to learn from my mistakes...others try to prevent mistakes in general because of what others tell them. I'm very hard-headed and don't listen to people right away. I must go through things to learn my lesson. I don't listen to what people tell me to do. I was just raised that way. I've also been raised to take responsibility for my actions, that if I made a mistake, I must correct it myself and not blame anyone else but myself. Correcting a mistake isn't the easiest thing to do either, especially a mistake like losing someone's trust. Losing someone's trust is the hardest thing to compensate, to make up...but its possible. I just really hope I make it up before that person gives up on me. I feel low...so low that I feel that person doesn't feel the same way they once did about me, but that all comes with the mistake you made, the consequence. After making a mistake comes consequences. They are one of the hardest things to deal with because you THINK you don't deserve it, but you really do. I've tried searching for a scapegoat, but I have none. There are no scapegoats in life. You must go through every obstacle, every problem...whether it be now or later, you'll face it eventually. So why try laying it off? Fix your problems now before it gets worse. Unfortunately, I hope I haven't waited too long that its completely IMPOSSIBLE to fix my problem...hopefully he still trusts me enough that I will fix this problem cus I am really trying...
Stress=tears. Enough said. I'm tired, good night.
It is now the last day of March...nothing happened, nothing was solved. I am officially done.
