I'm not a hero, nor am I a princess.
I'm merely human
Here I am
Flaws and all.
Mistakes a plenty.

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It's still new to me. This whole missing you when you're not here with me thing. It kind of scares me that I love you that much.

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Today has not been a good day.

Smiles.

So I just realised I've been blogging about the same thing recently, I guess because it's on my mind and it's upsetting me a bit but I have some positive things to report. I have a truly amazing boyfriend who I am so lucky and blessed to have. He is incredible.

I never thought I'd fall in love this way. I also never seen myself settling down and being less crazy. My life still has its crazy elements to it but not like before and I am suprisingly ok with that. Change is a good thing when you embrace it and it's not forced upon you. It can be so healthy and refreshing. I'd also like to think that my happiness gives other hope. If I can find someone who is crazy enough to love a nutter like me then there is hope for you all :)

Hope it's nice where you are.

So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep
And I'll feel you forget me like I use to feel you breathe
And I'll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are
Hope it's nice where you are


I never imagined that we'd get here, to a place so dark so cold and so lonely. I would never have thought that you could break my heart with just one look. And never in a million years did I believe that you would make me cry each time I look at you.

I told you my secrets, my hopes, my dreams and my demons too.
I was there and I cared. When we were together time seemed to stop. My little corolla like a capsual, spared from time. Escaped from reality.

I know I never loved you, and you swore black and blue that you didn't love me too. So riddle me this, why can't you look me in the eyes? Why do you ignore my presence and which one of us tells your mother than I won't be around anymore?

You were my best friend, my confidant, my rock and my world all in one. I'd drive three hours to see you, to talk to you because you were my friend, nothing more... nothing less...

So tell me, how'd we become such a god damn mess?

Your picture sat on my dresser, It took pride and place. He'd push it over, so he didn't have to be reminded that you were number 1, He'd look at that picture of us, he'd think of that night and it took all his strength not to destroy it all together.

He hated you, and I think he partially hated me too. And I was never in love with you. Those feelings? Friendship, Trust, Admiration. Nothing more...Nothing Less.