Complications

I don't know why I feel like that,
am not sure if I miss you or not,
my brain won't tell me the truth,
because I'm afraid if I know it,
My eyes will be full of tears,
maybe my heart won't accept it,
am not sure if I still love you or no,
Maybe I do and am only lying to myself,
or truly don't love you anymore,
am confused between my heart and my brain,
I want to know the answer,
because it's really hard to believe,
do I love you or don't I?
why don't you come and tell me,
because I don't know,
if I love you or no.

I think I know where you belong, I think I know that it's with me.

Younglife.

"First time staying out all night. Last time that we got away with lies."

How do you ever know if it's for real?

I always guess, take it for granted that he means what I think he does.

End up hurting worse than ever.

He's a prick, and at the same time, I want him to be my prick.

He says that he hates me, 5 seconds later he hugs me.

I say he has to leave me alone, he hears it as "don't ever let me go"

Then he does.

You never know what to expect, you never know how to take it, it always feels the same, I always get hurt.

But it's become a part of my life now. Can't live without the constant hope, then despair as he rips out my heart once again.

Then brightness when he puts it back in.

They tell me to be strong, stop looking into his eyes.

And I can't.

Ever felt that way?

Didn't think so.

You can't understand 'til you have.

No Relief

I've always loved this this.

And at the same time I hate it.

Love.

.....I hate reality.

What Dr. Seuss failed to mention, is that sometimes when you're inlove it's better to be asleep, because that love isn't always returned now, is it?

Shove that in your pipe and smoke it.

Stupid Technology

It appears I am no longer able to post new blogs from my phone. Because it's a whore.

Thus, why my many blogs have ceased to be published.

I'm having a lonely week.