Us at OUR best.

I find myself tearing up thinking of those days when we were at our best. Days where long hugs was the only thing that mattered, and everything else was zoned out. Oh how those days are long gone. Highschool is full of trials and tribulations that we have no control over. School, parties, kick-its, they bring people together. But they also tare people apart. You can't want someone and be the first to give them up. You can't leave someone who's done you wrong and be the first to say I'm sorry. It just doesn't work that way. Just like you can't get over someone, if you don't keep your distance. May sound hard, but time really does heal all wounds. You just have to be patient. I wear my heart on my sleeve, and sadly people know how to push my buttons, how to take advantage of my feelings and know that they can easily affect me. I don't need sympathy, don't want no cute guy to tell me sweet lies, all I want is someone to believe. Though, lie is in the word believe, I still want to believe that there's people out there that genuinely care about eachothers feelings. In our society now days, fake is the new trend. It's ignorance I can't stand. Is it really worth giving up on someone just cause they're waying you down with their problems. Whatever happend to through thick and thin. Through, sunshine and rain. Through those stormy nights. I guess, forever was cut short for some of us. I despise having to glance at someone and looking at how their eyes express a completely different emotion than what their physically expressing. It makes me want to roll up in a ball and cry. I'm such a hypocrite on that level. I can be suicidal at times, but then tell my dear friends to not dwell on their problems. Maybe b/c I hate seeing anybody else hurt, and I rather feel me hurting than see them in pain. I can't help it. It's hard to see someone you care about set themselves up for another heartbreak. Sigh, life's not fair.