she's beautiful, but she'll
never admit it. music makes
her world go round, literally.
pearls and jeans are her trademarks.
she's afraid of being alone
and obsessed with coffee.
when she smiles her whole
face lights up. and her heart's
been broken by a guy
who doesn't love her anymore
and you know what?
she doesn't care.
I can't sleep. My wheels just won't stop turning. Every time I close my eyes I see it. The confirmation I secretly didn't need. It hurts, but I'm not surprised. As I sit here I wonder, why do I still care? Why do I still want the best for someone who could hurt me so badly? I know it is simply because that is who I am. I see the world in "rose-colored glasses" my mother always tells me. I look too hard for the good in people. I think that is why I always end up getting hurt. The thing is though, I don't want to change. I'd rather hurt looking for the good, than be like the rest of the world.
I know I will make it through this. Yes, it will take time; that is no newsflash. But this is by far not the worse thing that has happened to me in my lifetime.
I am an amazingly strong, independent woman (to make it through I have to tell myself this on the daily).
live, laugh, love
-- peace --
