To the girls who have loved and had their hearts burned a thousand times over. To the girls who have loved and had sleepless nights, tears soaking their pillow side. To the girls who have sworn never to open up again, because in the end it doesn’t seem to be worth it after all.
What I don’t get is the hypocrisy that lies underneath the validity of your feelings. What kind of a critique are you should you choose to close all open doors in front of you, but wish deep down inside your stony heart a boy to walk in and deliver you the hearth you’ve been aching for?
If you don’t see what is in front of you already, you are just eliminating any chance of happiness that someone up there may have decided to bestow upon you after your painful experiences with those unworthy douchebags who played your heart one too many times.
Do not lie to yourself. Do not make yourself seem like the melodramatic, imprisoned princess that you are not. You are the maker of your own destiny, the seeker of your own heart. No one will pity you, except the idiots, which I’m sure you do not want a handful of. Life is complex, but if we try, we can simplify things and make it easier upon ourselves.
If someone is willing to reach out to you, open up. Why are you alive if you do not take a chance to jump in? Don’t shelter yourself, don’t linger within your oh-so “I am so broken, I cannot be fixed, my heart cannot be healed, no one can take away my agony” crap.
Independence? I get it. But secretly still wanting that “special someone” to wake you up inside, yet not giving anyone a chance anymore?
Cut the bullshit, stop lying to yourself and hurting others.
Since I earned myself a demerit by shamelessly re-blogging incessant pictures rather than coming up with unique things to talk about as pointed out by my good friend, Kevin Stoll, I will take this opportunity to write a personal entry, albeit a short one.
At this time, I have come to realize I cannot let things happen naturally. I am very critical, and if something wanders from the course that I have made for it, I become frightened and fear the immediate worst scenario. I become upset should things not fall in the way I intended them to.
I do not know the line between “realism” and “fantasy”. Or the line between “assumption” and “intuition”. Who is to say that the truth is not a lie, and a lie is not the truth? Commonly, people express the falsity of romance movies and the chimerical stories found in fiction novels. How then, do we choose to live our lives as creatures who are socially inept? We seek to love others, and in return, to be loved by them.
I live by Shakespeare’s wise words when he states that, “Expectation is the root of all heartache.” Disappointment gives rise to pessimism, cynicism, and most all, it gradually solidifies the heart until its hardened shell can compare to that of a diamond.
But the funny thing is, even though one may have sworn never to love again, the cycle is endless. As fools, humans are thrust into the game without realizing it, and by the time they do, they have no choice but to play it until Game Over.
If, in fact, you are alive and well, adhering to the simple things in life and bereft of the need for self-gratification, among other things I could mention, then you are welcome to stay.
idling alongside the soundless path his footsteps delayed until the moment his heart could carry him no further hunched beneath the skies grey and dull, the winds churning prettily into a placid breeze, his eyes could stray no further from the face he resentfully forsaken for in the private sector of his wretched soul the lunacy was cureless; the playback of her deaths ran forever
it was not her fault and yet her demise was that of a natural phenomenon! the rain began to pour, coating the paths he treaded; the winds cacophonous, as though they were themselves the screams caged within his unquiet mind
Incessantly, I cannot help but shield myself from prospective dreams, tender phrases and frail promises. As it stands, nothing is ever worth the heartache.
But you know, it feels damn good to be proven wrong.
