I've told myself this time and time again, “don’t be so naive, dumb ass.” 
And time and time again, I have failed to take my own advice. 
And of course.. time and time again, I either find myself hurt, lost or confused, sometimes… all three at once.

You know that feeling where you think about that someone, and there’s an ache in your chest?

It’s only them you think about.
It’s only them who constantly crosses your mind and seep through your darkest secrecy corners of the mind.
The ones who slowly disappear from your presence. To the daily text message, phone calls, skyping, good-mornings and good-nights.

That pain that grows on you as time progresses on.
That heartache that doesn't dissolve away, but rather leaving an unclosed wound.
An unreasonable unclosure door that is left behind.
The need for closure builds on.
Just wanting a reason to be said, yet only silence is creeping in.

Opening your eyes wide open to silence.
Waking up to no missed calls.
Not being able to hear their voices.
No more wake up calls or sleepy voices, but waking up to a world that is on its end.

Sometimes you gotta remind yourself that you’re something special. That you can’t be replaced and that your heart, your mind, your conversation, your care, your kiss, your love - it can’t be replicated. By anyone.

I’m one of those people who will do anything to put a smile on someones face, just because I love to see someone happy. I love to see them smile, even when I’m not happy. Because I know I can’t make myself happy, so why don’t I just take this advantage to make someone else happy.

"How do you know when it's over?"

"Maybe when you feel more in love with your memories than with the person standing in front of you."

Love is just an illusion that sets your mind and perceives it in a different way. I used to think that I was in love with you. That you are the one. But I grew up. I learned that just because a guy gives me butterflies doesn't mean I’m meant to be with him. So I guess I just thought I loved you. I guess it was just lust, and I shouldn't be depressed or sad that we ended. But learn from it and move on. You should too.

There is something about you that makes me want to hate you, but I can’t. I.. don’t even know. I can’t explain it. Sometimes you make me so mad even though I know at times you are just messing with me. But sometimes you make me smile and I love it. How a person can impact your life even if it’s only been a short time. That’s so cute, haha.

Met this really cute guy. He had a nice style. Nice everything, oh my god. He gave me his jacket to wear because it was cold. The way he offered it, was so sweet. Then I saw him shiver and asked him he wanted it back, and the way he nodded 'no' and refusing to take it back was so cute haha. Arrgh, I just didn’t like the fact that I was hella bumming it and looked like mess.

Isn't it weird and funny:

• People who you don’t know, read your blog = awesome.
• People you do know who read your blog = terrifying.