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Do you remember this...?







You fucking threw it away like it was nothing. I guess "I love you" was lie. If it was really it wouldn't have been so fucking easy to throw away.


You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending

It's nice to know that you were there
Thanks for acting like you cared
And making me feel like I was the only one
It's nice to know we had it all
Thanks for watching as I fall
And letting me know we were done



sincerely,
empty.

(no subject)


So much for my happy ending...



I can't breathe. My chest is caving in and I can feel my heart exploding.
So this is what it feels like huh?
To have someone rip your heart from your chest, throw it on the ground, stomp all over it, then spit on it. This is what it feels like to realize that the person you love most doesn't care anymore. This is what it feels like. SHIT. I fucking hate it. I think I'm slowly dying inside. I want to hate him. I want to hate him so bad but I can't. I can only hate myself. And the fact that I am never fucking good enough. I'm just nothing. I'm worthless. Every fiber of my being wants to shut down forever. Just crawl in a hole.
I'm never opening myself up to a guy forever. I'm building 15 ft. stone walls around the broken pieces of my heart, and the wall will stay up forever. I'm never letting my guard down again. All boys do is break your heart, and don't even care. I'm fucking empty. I feel cold right now. How does someone just STOP fucking loving someone. Maybe I should fucking ask him. He must know the secret to making me stop loving him since he stopped loving me so fucking easily!!!!!! Oh god, I think I'm dying right now. I just want to slip into numbness so I can't feel. So what if I cant feel happiness. At least I won't feel this fucking pain.
I gave up EVERYTHING for him. And now I am left with nothing.
I'll probably fall back into my old ways again. Crying over a bottle of Jack and cigarettes. Drinking away the pain. Wishing that someone would put the pieces of my heart back together. Only this time I won't let anyone. I don't want anyone to fuck around with the pieces. They'll only break it again.

Love is an excuse to get hurt. "Do you like to hurt"? "I do". "THEN HURT ME".

broken, alone, and empty....
the shell formerly known as Heather Christine
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    Bright Eyes

(no subject)


If I gave you pretty enough words.
could you paint a picture of us that works.
an emphasis on function rather than design.</i>
aren't you tired cause I will carry you, on a broken back
and blown out knees, I have been where you are for a while..
Aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream the stars right out of the sky
And destroy the prettiest starry night. every evening that I die.
I am exhumed just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold. [x3]
I am exhumed.. just a little less human....
so much more bitter and cold....[repeating]
after all these images of pain, have cut right through you,
I will kiss every scar, and weep you are not alone...
then I'll show you that place in my chest where my heart still tries to beat.
aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream the stars right out of the sky
and destroy the prettiest starry night every evening that I die
live love burn die

atreyu is great.

show me where it hurts, show me what love's done to you...






♥ make my heart attack ♥

this journal is going to be...


Friends

Only!



add me if:
you share the same interests.
you love music (emo/punk/ska/screamo).
peachie o's rock your world!
you like what you know about me from my info.

don't add me if:
you're a douchebag or a bitch.
you don't share any of my interests.
you place huge pics. on your journal that aren't cuts.



heather christine

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    Movement of a Hand- Bright Eyes