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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I like this one;
because everybody always fucking leaves. 1 decennium geleden
OH GOD I;M SO HAPPY FOR YOU WHY AM I EVEN SEEING THIS RIGHT NOW I SHOULD'VE SEEN IT BEFORE OH GOD I NEVER HAVE BEEN THIS HAPPY FOR SOMEONE ELSE THEN NOW THIS IS SOOOO GREAAATT C;
1 decennium geledenARE YOU EXCITED ALREADY? YOU BETTER BE! OH GOD I'M SURE YOU'LL HAVE A GREAT TIME C;
Aw aw aw. ^^
1 decennium geledeni love you.
1 decennium geledenHey, that's great! How are you?
1 decennium geledenSchool was stressful. Was unbelievably nervous for the talk with that woman. My hands were shaking and I could barely stand straight. She let me wait for 22 minutes, which made it worse. Finally in the room with her we only talked about my dad and the arguments at home with my brother. Nothing more. I guess I do hide the depressed feelings well enough then... I am not sure if I should tell her more anyway. I'm still afraid.
There are all marks of my nails in my arm and hands now. It all got a bit too much and I pushed my nails in my arm and back of my hands. Stupid.
I love you <3