There's an exact point when you realize that your dreams will never come true. And you mourn because you realize that after this, nothing will ever be the same again. You wonder how you'll survive or even if life is worth living. Cuz maybe after it's all said and done life really does play cruel tricks on you.
posted by CR @ 2:41 AM
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You know, last fall when I saw John after months of non-communication. I hoped things would be different. I hoped that somehow it would have worked out. I could see myself with him again and I found myself re-falling in love with him. But it seems like I was WRONG! He hadn't changed, not by a long shot. This time around I had learned my lesson to the extent that I didn't wait for my phone to ring and I didn't cry myself to sleep. Nope, I wasn't going to put myself through THAT again. But why did I get all excited when he said that he would be in town? Did I think he was going to come and see me? How delusional was I? Not anymore. I don't believe him anymore, he's lied to me over and over again and I don't think I can take it anymore. He doesn't love me, he never did. But I won't cry over spilt milk. What's the fucking point? Maybe I should cry, then I could drown away the pain and forget once again that he ever existed. I did it once before. I could spend hours, days not thinking about him and I was happy. Please God make me forget it. Please I don't think I could take another bruise to my heart.
posted by CR @ 2:35 AM
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