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Monday, September 23, 2013
The pain of having someone not love you back.
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I miss you but

 I don't know if you do

 A day

 Feels like a week

 When we're not talking

 I used to think that 

 I loved me

 Till I realized

 Only I 

 Could ever love me

 Can 

 ever love me

 Who could

 love

 This small ugly black heart

 I was a fool

 Naive

 To think that fairy 

 tales

 Existed

 Prince Charming 

 Was my mother's lie

 I dreamed 

 Every night

 Of something that never 

 Existed 

 Who can save me

 Now 

 From the monsters 

 That's inside

 Of my head

 The violin

 Plays a funeral 

 Song

 For

 The dreams of

 A six year old

 Her heart

 Is buried 

 And dead

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Saturday, September 21, 2013
"I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade."

- Iris, The Holiday (2006)

 How beautifully written.
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Sunday, September 15, 2013
Walking around with a hole in my heart. Beating myself up for being me. God why would you want to create someone like me?
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