HOLD MY HAND. I'll take you there,
Somehow. Someday. Somewhere.
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Sunday, June 6, 2010
Rule #5 (rules before going to college) : Don't get your heart broken before the first day of class.
I just did. I got my heart broken. How cool is that?
Today I spent 3hours in the shower thinking and crying my heart out. I never thought those crying-in-the-shower scene on TV drama's would happen in reality, or in other words, would happen to me since I never really took my past relationships that seriously.
Deleted him on Facebook. Am I being bitter? I guess not. I just want him out of my life for awhile.. Yeah, just for awhile.. Maybe a week? A month? A year? Depends, alam ko naman na hindi ko rin siya kayang tiisin. I just wanna think. And I wanna realize things.. Things that he's trying to say. That I deserve someone better. Or vice versa, make him realize my worth when I'm gone.
Love makes you so vulnerable that it opens up your chest and opens up you heart so someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor. You protect yourself so nothing can hurt you. Then one guy, that is so not different with any other guy, wonders into your life. You give him a piece of you. He'll stare at you, smile at you then kiss you. And then your life isn't your own anymore.. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you and leaves you crying. A simple phrase like "maybe we should just be fiends" would turn into a glass splinter working its way into your fragile heart. It hurts. Not just an imaginary hurt. It's a soul-hurt. A real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.
I miss him. I miss how he cared for me, how he always makes my day, how he used to cheer me up, and how he makes me feel that he loves me. I miss everything that used to be.
I hate this feeling! :( School starts tomorrow and I'm so messed up. Goodluck.
- Erin Macnamara 06-06-2010 8:00pm
If I were rain,
I was drizzle && he was hurricane.