So last night I thought about the reason I don't believe in love anymore.
And there's two reasons, Justin and Mike.
Let me explain.
Justin and I were together for one year and three months. And in the beginning it was perfect. We were happy, we never fought. I trusted him, and he trusted me. He even gave me his class ring. And I thought wow, I really do love him. But as time went on, things got worse, not better. We fought, I didn't trust him, and he didn't trust me, I didn't want to hang out all the time anymore and I started to lose feelings. But after we broke up this summer, I realized that I really did love him. How do you know when you love someone? It's when you break up, and you still think about them from time to time, hope they are happier now then they were with you, and make the most of the memories you have left. Do I still want to be with him today? No. I'm moved on, but I will always have a place in my heart for him.
Then there is Mike. I loved him for all that he did for me. He was always there and always made me feel special. We were best friends, and boyfriend and girlfriend. There's nothing better then that. We could sit in my basement everynight talking about so much stuff, and not even worry about 'doing stuff'. It was nice. But when you get cheated on by your boyfriend and best friend, it hurts more then anything. Especially when he told you he loved you unlike anyone else. So things got weird. No more talking, no more hanging out, no more I love you's, no more kisses. Just a relationship on the rocks. Did I really love him? I think so, but not nearly as much as Jutin. Do I miss him or want to be with him anymore? No, because things like that make you realize what you want in a guy, and it's not a cheater.
And even though I loved them, and admit to it, I don't believe in love anymore. Because both of those times that I fell in love, I got hurt. And love is just an excuse to get hurt then. And it's a hoax half the time. So I don't want to say that to anyone unless I truly mean it.
I want to find someone who can say love through a look in their eyes, or a touch of their hand. I want someone to make me feel love the moment that they walk into a room. And I want to be able to trust someone completely and not be afraid to go away or something in fear that they will cheat on me or break up with me.
I want mature love. No more elementary crushing.
But hey, don't we all?
I'm over it all.
How is that for content?
I realized yesterday that there's no use in waiting for something to change, because you gotta just move on to the next best thing. And that's what I'm doing, well, what I've done.
You just have to do things when you want to. You can't let chances pass you by, because when you look back on your life, you'll feel either guilty or sad. Because you could have lived happier in some cases. And even if there are other girls who like the same guy, or aren't over him yet, you need to realize that if he likes you, it's not your fault. You just have to deal with them feeling the same way you do. In the end, whoever he chooses, is what was meant to happen.
But right now, I'm happy, and content. I actually have gone through with something I wanted. I've been waiting a year or so for this, but I've finally realized who I truly like. And if you know who it is, and your mad or upset with me, then I'm sorry. But I won't change my mind just because of other people. In the end all you have is yourself, and if you aren't happy with yourself, you can't be happy with anyone else.
'Tell me if this is real, I need to know, before I get too close.."
And I know that the rumor was that I like Nick. And I tried to hide the fact that I did like him, because I wasn't sure I believed it myself. But I was wrong. I do like him. And even though Ellen has feelings for him, we just have to see who he wants to be with himself. And if it's not me and it's her, I won't be mad, because we both have a chance. It's 50/50. And I'm not afraid that Mike will find this out, because I want him to know, and I want him to find someone who makes him happy.
This is part of my new life. Telling the truth. You can't lie about your feelings, because sometimes it hurts more to be guilty about something, then to be honest and hurt other people. And I know a few people may be mad at me, a few may stop talking to me, and others might go and tell Mike or other people. But that's okay.
My Journal is compiled of all my feelings and things going on in my life. And that is what I'm doing. I'm compiling my feelings into this entry, and being honest.
You can't tell someone to just not have feelings for another because you don't think they should. I don't listen to that. I'll do what I feel like I need to do, or want to do. And whatever happens, happens.
"Why can you read me like no one else? I hide behind these words, but I'm coming out. I wish I kept them behind my tongue, I hide behind these words, but I'm coming out.."
If you read this, you're in for a whirlwind of emotions leading up to what happens. So if you stand by me, thank you. If not, then I'm sorry.
Actually I have no reason to be sorry, I'm just being me.
So you'll end up watching chances fade. And wondering what's real.
You know, I take pity on myself right now. Because I'm such a stupid, stupid girl. I ended up doing something well, last weekend that I thought would help out with a choice I needed to make. And it did. But now that I've made that choice, nothing's going right.
I try harder and harder everyday, every nightly phone conversation, everytime I cut my wrist, everytime a tear burns my chapped lips. I just think of it. And I wish I knew what would come of all of this, but I don't.
I want to be loved. Really and truly loved. I want to be needed and wanted. Craved for and cried over. I just want to make someone fall head over heels for me. And everynight I sit here contemplating what good things I can say, and there's nothing good left.
I'm bruised and broken; and I'm tired of it. Tired of the scars the people I love leave behind, and I'm tired of the peices that I have to pick up everytime I fall apart.
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