Felicita
Felicita
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Roman-Catholic - Feminist - Friend - Hipster - Dreamer - Gymnast - Book Lover - Singer - All or Nothing
She was too quiet
or she was too loud
She took things too seriously
or not seriously at all
She was too sensitive
or too cold-hearted
She hated with every fibre of her being
or loved with every piece of her heart
There was no in-between for her, it was eiter all or nothing
She wanted everything but settled for nothing
You don't ever really let go. though. You don't stop. You don't stop hurting, you don't stop loving. It doesn't go away, you just keep living and eventually things get pushed into the background of your life, so it's not consuming you every day. And then one day you know you're okay. It still hurts. You still miss her. And yeah, you forget the details. The way she smelled, the way she laughed, how her skin felt, the sound of her voice. It's almost like a different life, a different person that loved her, was with her. But on day-to-day level, you know you're okay. Sort of.
Makes sure you won't ever regret things you haven't done. You never know what might happen...
She was too quiet
or she was too loud
She took things too seriously
or not seriously at all
She was too sensitive
or too cold-hearted
She hated with every fibre of her being
or loved with every piece of her heart
There was no in-between for her, it was eiter all or nothing
She wanted everything but settled for nothing
Dear you,
I hate days like today,
when every single thing I see
reminds me of you.
I hate days like today,
when every single song I hear
somehow relates to you.
I hate days like today,
when every single person I meet
somehow looks like you.
I hate days like today,
when every single thing I do
makes me realise how much I miss you.
I hate days like today,
when every single thing I see
reminds me of you.
I hate days like today,
when every single song I hear
somehow relates to you.
I hate days like today,
when every single person I meet
somehow looks like you.
I hate days like today,
when every single thing I do
makes me realise how much I miss you.
You don't ever really let go. though. You don't stop. You don't stop hurting, you don't stop loving. It doesn't go away, you just keep living and eventually things get pushed into the background of your life, so it's not consuming you every day. And then one day you know you're okay. It still hurts. You still miss her. And yeah, you forget the details. The way she smelled, the way she laughed, how her skin felt, the sound of her voice. It's almost like a different life, a different person that loved her, was with her. But on day-to-day level, you know you're okay. Sort of.
Makes sure you won't ever regret things you haven't done. You never know what might happen...
Invest in people who invest in you
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Thanks love. Apparently they think I am not.
1 decennium geledenBecause they hate me. Whatever. I'll be fine as usual. Don't worry. I love you.
1 decennium geledenWtf you're not even 'aanstellerig' at all, what is his problem. Try to ignore him okay, he's not worth you. 25 ppl? That's not that much, well...if they make noises for like 40 ppl then it is. Wauw, I already feel sorry for you. Just try to make the best of it, okay?
1 decennium geledenMy day was fucked up really. Same old shit different day. Ppl threw this hot coffee over my shirt so I needed to go to the toilets to change. I wore this armypants so I needed a one color shirt, but I didn't have any with me only my sportshirt which has blue and white stripes. So I wore that, looked like a total freak, great start of the day. And then the usual, ppl throwing books at my head and throwing me against the lockers and stuff. Great.
Hey
1 decennium geledenSchool pictures are always bad. I had one good one in four years. The others were terrible. But you only have one chance. You stand in the queue, then sit, smile, and go. That's it. Stupid things.
I am good, I think. Now I am. An hour ago I just started crying while doing Latin homework. Don't even know why. Just out of nothing. I had a terrible night though. Cried for an hour and I wanted to scream and throw all kinds of things against the wall, but it was NIGHT. So I had to be silent. Ugh. Hate silent crying. I wanted to cut but I promised I wouldn't and I have a tournament saturday, with maybe showering with other people so I can't.
School was shit, and boring, and I already have homework. Ugh. But tonight badminton practise again, so that's gooooood!
I love you sweetheart <3
How are you today, precious?
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