I’m so sick of the lies and the hurt.
But most of all, I’m sick of the loneliness.
You said that you would be back.
I waited and waited.
But sadly you never came.
All I wonder is, what did I do wrong?
As I said don’t promise me things you can’t keep
But sadly you decided to break the promise.
And for that I am truly sad and hurt.
I’m sitting here looking at the person sitting before me. That is not the person I’ve wanted to become. I want to be more. I don’t want to feel afraid or scared because of my weight. I have let it control my life far too long. But I can’t stop. It’s hard breaking out of your usual thinking. I’m afraid that I will never be good enough for anyone. My thoughts are everywhere and they are crazy. Do I really deserve to get better? Which is b***s***.
everyday I have the chance to change my life. It is just a question whether I am brave enough to break free. because then I won’t have all these excesses as to why I don’t deserve to be happy. It’s crazy thinking and it’s wrong.
Everybody is good enough and I’m the first person who needs to realize that. I can be brace I just need to prove to myself. Because I can do it and I can do everything I’m set out to do.
I feel like I’m all alone. I’m living on my own. My sister is hundreds of miles away and I miss her. And the worse part is that nobody knows. How do you tell somebody that you don’t feel good? That everyday is a struggle but these thoughts appear when I’m alone. But all my friends have that one boyfriend: a person to confide in who finds you beautiful because of imperfections and loves them as well.
It’s hard I feel alone and at time isolated. It’s crazy talk I know. But it’s not rational it’s feelings.
I just don’t know who to confide in who to let in.
I’m scared of letting people in. I don’t why. I’ve been hurt and left behind and apparently it was just too much for the person I am and the personality I have. I hope I can change everything and make it better. I have to believe that.
It has crept right in
I simply can’t get rid of it.
It has taken a piece of me.
I’m trying to fight it
but it’s simply so hard.
I don’t know what to do.
I’m running out of options.
But will it ever be over?
what is that?
For me –
when nobody calls, writes
after you’ve been gone for half a year.
It’s hard to learn who your friends are and aren’t
but that’s life
we need to get rid of the bad
to embrace the good things.
it’s hurts like hell…..