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|  Some things, however, are true no matter how hard you might try to block them out. And a lie is always a lie, no matter how pettily told. Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again. Just as some trust, once it’s been lost, can never be won back. 
There is a difference between pretty and beautiful. When someone is pretty, they have a good appearance. But when someone is beautiful, they shine on the inside and out. 
What goes around comes around, I'm sure you got it coming back to you. Cause karma has a funny way of settling all the things we do. 
None but ourselves can free our minds. 
"Keep smiling, because life is a beautiful thing and there's so much to smile about." -Marilyn Monroe 
I needed something to go right so badly that I convinced myself it was real. Even though I think, deep down, I knew it wasn't. I think I knew he was going to leave, I just didn't want to believe it. 
You know those people that constantly criticize you for every little thing you do? Those people that make you feel like no matter what you do, it isn't good enough? Or those people that just make you feel so low that you have no choice but to form yourself to who you think they want you to be? Those people, yeah they don't matter. Those are the people you need to get away from. You need to run far and as fast as you can, because those kinds of people are the bad kind. You don't need the bad kind. Find yourself some good ones. But on that journey, make sure that you're good too.
Perfect people aren't real and real people aren't perfect. So you can either love people for their flaws or hate them because they're real. 
Have you ever felt completely and totally alone? like the world is ignoring you, everyone has turned the other way no one cares anymore about how you feel you're old news, they've moved on they've found someone new. 
If you're insecure, you want attention. If you're confident, you think you're flawless. That's just how people think. You can't win with anybody. Even the people that are the closest to you. Do one thing to set them off, and every secret and single word you've ever told them, they use it against you like the time you spent together meant nothing. 
You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life. 
Sometimes, no matter how much you love someone, give someone, do for someone, it will never be enough. And you have to decide if it's worth it to keep throwing your heart at their feet, so that they can walk all over it one more time. 
Don't believe the things you tell yourself at night. You are your own worst enemy. 
At this age, everything is changing. Day by day we don’t notice, but just look back over the past year and you will realize everything has. People you thought were going to be there forever aren’t, and people you never imagined you’d be speaking to are now some of your closest friends. Life makes little sense, and the more we grow the less sense it will make. So make the most of it now, before it all changes once again, because in the near future, all of this is only going to be memories. 
I can't wish you the best, cause you had me. I'm just saying you deserve to be happy. 
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And after a while you learn that you don't need anyone else in order to survive. No one else is ever going to always be there. No matter what they say or what they promise you, you just gotta suck it up, accept it, and keep on keepin' on.
Everyone tells me you don't deserve me, well they're right. You don't deserve me, I deserve you.
I realize overall, you weren't really worth it. There were moments with you that made me really happy, but the majority of the time you just shut me out. That's why this time I swear I'll try to get over you. We might've had something really great, but I guess we'll never know. I'll never forget the good times with you, but I'll also never forget how you hurt me more than anyone else ever has.
I miss you. And I hate you. Because you're not here, because you aren't mine anymore. I've grown to despise the way you smile, the way you talk, the way our eyes never meet. I try to sleep it off, but I dream of you. I dream of when you still cared about me, when the sunsets were too short. I dream of the look on your face the first time you told me you loved me, the way your lips curled and your eyes gleamed. Now I hate those eyes, I hate those lips, I hate that face. Because it's not mine anymore.
If you aren't happy single, you won't be happy taken. Happiness comes from within, not from men.
Don't judge me by the mistakes I've made, but by what I've learned from them.
Fallen for a player? Good. It's the best thing that could happen to you. Players are the best first love. They give you all the sweet words, all the cute ways, and bam... they're gone and doing it to someone else. Wanna know why this is good? Because now you know, now you are ready. Now you know how to pick the mansions from the apartments.
There is a difference between pretty and beautiful. When someone is pretty, they have a good appearance. But when someone is beautiful, they shine on the inside and out.
Wouldn't life be perfect if sweatpants were sexy, Monday mornings were fun, junk food didn't make you fat, girls didn’t cause drama, boys weren’t so confusing, nothing was regrettable and goodbye's only meant until tomorrow?
"I might have erased your texts, but I will never forget what you wrote. We might have stopped talking, but I will never forget your voice. We might have stopped hugging, but I will never forget how you smell. Anything we did, I will never forget."
Sometimes it's best to forget how you feel and remember what you deserve.
Don't cry for the past, it's gone. Don't stress about the future, it hasn't arrived. Live in the present and make it beautiful.
The woman who don't seek attention are usually the woman you need to be giving your attention to.
Too bad that people can't switch problems. Because nobody knows how to solve their own problems, but they always know to solve another's.
It seems when you want someone, they don't want you. And when someone wants you, you don't want them. And when you both want each other, something has to come around and mess it up.
Sometimes I wish I hadn't been in such a hurry to move forward. There comes a point where it becomes impossible to go back.
I don't know what i want to do with my life, I just know I want to do it. I want to see my world. I want to meet every single person breathing on this earth. I want to give everyone a hug or a handshake and I want to make someone's life a little easier. I want to be different than the people I know because that's what makes us beautiful. I want to be absolutely ridiculous before I die. I don't want regrets. I want to stand for something. | | |
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I love writing, I love opinions and quotes and expressions. It's so beautiful to know that you're not alone in this messed up world. It's relieving to know that someone else feels the same way you do.
She never speaks her mind. Always holds it in, though it kills her inside. Because she's so scared of what they'll think of her. Too afraid she'll upset someone. In the end no-one gets hurt; no-one except her. So speak up. Don't be afraid, don't ever be scared to say what's on your mind. Don't keep it inside, because sooner or later it's gonna come out, and then you'll be wishing you'd said what you wanted to back then when it mattered the most.
You read "Sorry, try again" off the inside of a bottle cap; story of your life. You never come first, you're never the winner, you're never the best. There's always someone better. Maybe next time; you did your best. At least you tried. All these things are supposed to make you feel better, but it just reminds you that no matter how hard you try, how you gave it your all, you failed. You'll never be good enough for him.
I can’t rely on men. Doesn’t mean I don’t love them. Doesn’t mean I walk out. Just means I adjust my expectations. Men are weak.
“If they don’t know your dreams, then they can’t shoot ‘em down.” -J. Cole
Dreams are our escape from reality.
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| Don't worry babe, you will see me again. You'll see me with a guy who treats me right. One that knows how to love me. You'll see all you could have had. And you'll regret. Regret like hell. Regret letting me go. But the thing I want you to see the most? You'll see; I survived without you.
It's hard when you don't know what causes your sadness. But it's even harder when you know what makes you happy, yet you can't do anything to have it.
"3 things I want in a relationship: eyes that won't cry, lips that won't lie, and love that won't die." -Wiz Khalifa
My worst nightmare: That one day, some girl will take my spot. That one day a girl will sit with you, laugh with you, smile with you, and have a good time with you. That one day a girl will realize you're amazing. That one day that girl becomes your girlfriend. That one day she takes my spot for good. That one day you will forget about me because you're thinking about her. Yeah, that scares me the most. Because I want to be that girl. I want to be the only girl. I don't want anyone to take my spot. Why? Because if anyone takes my spot; there won't be anyone else to take yours, which is probably going to be the worst reminder that I lost my spot to her.
Tell me I'm not making a mistake. Tell me that you're worth the wait, that you're always going to be here. Make me believe that I'm making the right decision by still holding on. Show me that you're going to be around to catch me when I fall.
You know what the best feeling in the world is? Having a best friend, that one person who loves you and never judges you no matter what you matter how badly you fuck up. Someone who you have endless conversations with and can communicate by just using your eyes. That one person who just walks in your house, opens the fridge and grabs whatever they want out. Lastly it’s that person who knows so much about you that they could ruin your life in a second. But you trust them with your life and you know that they will never ever do that no matter what.
Be strong now, because things will get better. It might be stormy now, but it can't rain forever.
She's a summer girl. She likes things simple and she hates drama. She wishes that she could wear flip flops year round and she hates being cold. She's moody during the winter because things are usually falling apart. But then summer comes, it always does and she realizes that she has true friends, and that nothing can beat those summer days and nights that are spent with the waves crashing and the sand between her toes.
You only hate him because you can't have him. Because hating him is easier then admitting he hurt you, that he got away. And you'd do anything not to think about it.
Here's to being lied to. To being walked on, used, promised something, & fed lies. Here's to seeing the best in him; not believing that he could possibly be as awful as he turned out to be. Here's to trusting over & over & over again because you really wanted to believe that what he did was a mistake, that he's changed. He won't change. The way he is & was is the way he will always be. If he lies to you, he doesn't feel you are good enough to hear the truth. If he plays you, you don't mean enough to him for him to be with just you. Breaking a promise means he is okay with disappointing you. He knows what he is doing when he is doing it. He knows what will hurt you & he does it anyway. As much as he says he does, he doesn't really care about you. Here's to him saying he's "sorry". With him, it's one of those words that is said so many times; it doesn't even sound like a word anymore. The only reason he is sorry is because he was caught in his lie. Excuses mean nothing; Nothing he could possibly come up with could fix what he did. Now take this as a lesson learned: let him go & move on with your life.
Don't be that girl. That girl who goes back continuously and thinks that every time will be different. I understand you miss him, and its easier to breathe with him around. But isn't easier to smile when he's not breaking up with you, or getting mad at you for nothing? You don't deserve to be the back up. That person he drops and picks up whenever he feels like. Don't be that girl. That girl who thinks that each time he comes around he means what he says and won't leave again, everyone knows he will. And you end up looking like a fool in the end.. again. I get that you're happier when he is texting you and cuddling with you. But aren't you happier when you aren't crying on your floor because he hasn't said a word to you all day? No one can tell you who to be. But don't be that girl. You're smarter than that girl. Stronger than that girl. And worth a hell of a lot more than that girl.
I'm not even upset, hurt, or angry anymore. I'm just tired. I'm tired of putting in more effort than I receive. I'm tired of holding on for nothing. I'm tired of believing all your lies. I'm tired of proving me wrong every time. I'm tired of getting my hopes up and being disappointed again
Eventually the fast text message responses will become slow. The long conversation will cut short. The attention they give you will become neglected. The comfort they give you will become something awkward. The time they have for you will become non existent. The feeling of being close to them will become distant.
I really can’t picture anyone having a crush on me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me before they fall asleep, or telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I said hi to them, or even just smiled at them. I can’t picture someone smiling at their cell phones when we’re talking. I mean why would they even do that? I’m just me. Nothing extraordinary, or special.
I just want to know if you meant everything you said. I don’t’ want you back, I don’t want an apology, I just want the truth. I want to know if what we had was even worth fighting for in the first place. I want to know if I cross your mind, I want to know if you realize how much you messed up; I just want you to miss me.
What’s on my mind? I’m tired. I’m tired of caring for people who don't care about me. I’m tired of waiting for texts that won't come, and thinking things will be different yet they never change. I’m tired of giving out chances, only to be let down. I’m tired of putting forth 100% of effort and only getting 25% in return. I’m tired of broken promises, and of let downs, especially by the people who matter the most to me. I’m tired of making someone a priority, when in reality I’m just an option. I’m tired of shitty friends who are never there for me. I’m tired of assholes who only manipulate a situation from their own perspective, never even thinking about what someone else is going through. I’m tired of the same old bullshit over and over again.
Its' a cycle; you smile at me. You text me. You flirt with me. You make me fall for you in a matter of days. Then, you're gone. You act like a jerk to me, you wont talk to me, or answer my texts. So I give up. I move on. Or at least I think so, until that cycle happens again.
Life is like a party. You invite a lot of people; some go, some join you, some laugh with you, some didn't come. But in the end, after the fun, there would be a few who would clean up the mess with you. And most of the time, those were the uninvited ones.
If she texts you, text her back. If she wants to hang with you, hang with her. If she wants to talk to you, talk to her. If she wants to hug you, hug her. If she wants to hold your hand, let her. Just because she’s yours at the moment, doesn’t mean she will be in the future. Treat her right or someone else will.
I need you to tell me something, and I need you to be honest. Why did you do it? Why did you make her fall for you when you had no intentions of catching her? Was it some kind of sick joke because if it was it wasn't funny. You can't go around and fuck with girls hearts that way. You have no idea how much you can ruin them. All because of you she's going to think that all guys are just like you. She's going to second guess her feelings and she's going to only hear lies even when it's the honest to god truth. Because of you she's going to build walls around her heart, but I know her, she's amazing and one day another guy, a great guy, will come along and he's going to have to fight for her heart, but I have complete faith that he will knock those walls down.
Just because someone flirts with you, doesn’t mean they like you. Just because someone likes you, doesn’t mean they want to date you. Just because someone dates you, doesn’t mean they love you. Just because someone loves you, doesn’t mean they won’t hurt you.
If you're sick of bad things happening to you, stop putting up with it and demand better.
One day you're gonna want her. That girl that knew she wasn't perfect, but tried to be for you. That girl that wanted nothing more than to be there for you, and loving you was the only way she could. The girl who see's your flaws, but values them as much as your strengths. That girl who still can't bring herself to hate you, even though sometimes you probably deserve it. That girl should have you, but doesn't.
How come you have enough time to go out and make other girls fall in love with you, but you don't have enough time to pay attention to the girl who already is.
Make sure you fall for someone who actually deserves your heart, not someone who plays with it.
When I text you, that means I miss you. When I don't text you, that means I'm waiting for you to miss me.
The smarter the woman is, the more difficult it is for her to find the right man.
I don't know why we all hang on to something we know we're better of letting go. It's like we're scared to lose what we don't really have. Some of us say we'd rather have that then nothing at all, but the truth is; to have it half way is harder then not having it all.
Fake girls have six packs, real girls drink em. If a guy really loves you, it won't matter how tired he is, how much homework he has, or how late it is, he'll make time to talk to you.  It's magical. No, we're not the perfect couple, just perfect for each other.  It's like this. You have to have the nicest jeans, or the cutest purse, or say the newest thing so that it catches on. You have to be skinny, you have to buy this, wear this, say that, be on his side, her side, be neutral, have white teeth, have straight teeth, your hair can't be frizzy, and you can't wear that because it just doesn't 'work' anymore. You have to go to parties, be friends with everyone, trust no one, pose like this, smile like that, tilt your head this way, and put your hand on your hip, because that's how it is.  I'm mad at myself, not you. I'm mad for always being nice. I'm mad for always apologizing for things I didn't do. I'm mad for getting attached. I'm mad for depending on you and wasting my time on you. I'm mad for thinking about you, and most of all for not hating you when I should.  She's just a mess, a walking disaster who paints on a smile so she doesn't have to hear, "Are you okay?" ten thousand times a day. Who makes sure others are happy before she is. Who cares too much and messes up no matter what decision she chooses. Who just wishes she had more, "Wow, I'm happy," moments. I hate myself for still putting up with what you promised I wouldn't have to anymore. When I say I'm ugly. I’m serious. At times, don’t get me wrong, I think I’m a bit decent looking. But overall, I think I’m so unattractive. I’m not fishing for compliments. There are so many stunning girls, I can’t even compare. Whatever they do, whether it’s making silly faces, anything, they’re still pretty while doing it. I wish I was more appealing. Honestly.
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| Society is wrong. Dead wrong. We’re taught that exotic is beautiful. We’re taught to believe that miniature waists, and perfect tans are beautiful. We’re convinced that the blonde girls with the gorgeous smiles will win every time. But, the truth is? Originality is beautiful. Big brown eyes, green eyes, blue eyes. Curves. Your natural skin tone is beautiful. Your hair color, your smile. Your voice, your laugh, your personality. Every inch of you is beautiful, every single part of you shines with your essence. You, my dear? You’re lovely.
I’m not perfect. I’m never going to be the prettiest one in the room. Not everyone likes me. I don’t have guys all over me. I have breakouts. I eat snacks after 7 pm. I forget to do my homework. I don’t always get straight A’s. I don’t get a million text messages a day. I like guys who don’t like me back. I stay up late watching television. I over-analyze things. I’m sarcastic. I sometimes offend people by mistake. I don’t know all the answers. But perfect isn’t everything, and it doesn’t mean I don’t need someone to love me for my flaws. I’m me.
According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with 4 arms, 4 legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.
Honestly, you flirted with him, while I liked him. A whole lot. I don't think you could fathom the immensity of how much I liked him. Yeah, he wasn't sexy in anyway, but he was cute enough to be picked out of a crowd. He wasn't the smartest kid, but he could make me laugh, when I didn't even want to smile. And he chose to talk to me. Me, out of all people. and you had to feel like you needed attention and barged in on the whole thing, and ruined whatever relationship we had or could have had. Thanks for that. I appreciate it. He's probably moved on, but I haven't, and if it wasn't clear, if I could, I would punch you. So hard.
I want something new. I want someone to show me something different. I want to feel again. I want something real.
Have you ever laid on your bed at night, and just cried? Cried because you're ugly. Because you're not good enough. You counted all your flaws from head to toe, to punish and feel worse about yourself. Cried because the comments people blurt out, actually hurt your feelings. Cried because your family is dysfunctional. You don't want to be a burden, so you bottled it all up. Around people, you're the happiest ray of sun shine. But nobody knows, that at night when you're alone, you break down and just cry.
In reality, we're all crazy. It just takes time to find the person who is crazy in the same ways as you. 
The hardest ones to love, are the ones that need it the most.
Forgive and forget. That's what they say. It's good advice, but it's not very practical. When someone hurts us, we want to hurt them back. When someone wrongs us, we want to be right. Without forgiveness old scores never settle. Old wounds never heal, and the most we can hope for is that someday we'll be lucky enough to forget.
I'm not even upset, hurt, or angry anymore. I'm just tired. I'm tired of putting in more effort than I receive. I'm tired of holding on for nothing. I'm tired of believing all your lies. I'm tired of proving me wrong every time. I'm tired of getting my hopes up and being disappointed again.
Its' a cycle; you smile at me. You text me. You flirt with me. You make me fall for you in a matter of days. Then, you're gone. You act like a jerk to me, you wont talk to me, or answer my texts. So I give up. I move on. Or at least I think so, until that cycle happens again. 
I've been messed with, let down, and played too many times. I wonder what people think of me too much, and I'm way too judgmental. My heart is big but I have my selfish moments. I love to be in big groups, but I love to be alone. Every song on my I-pod has a special memory or a regret behind it. I don't like going through old pictures because I miss what used to be. I tend to over think things and I trust way too many people. I have the people I'd love to pack up and leave with, and there are some people I wish would just disappear. I don't cry very often, but when I do I can't stop. I hate the word goodbye and I wish it didn't exist. I hate liars, though I lie myself. I have secrets hidden in me that even I don't know. I'm still finding things out about myself, so don't be quick to judge.
Even though you are a liar, if you told me right now that you loved me and that you were sorry, I would believe you.
I just want to know if you meant everything you said. I don’t’ want you back, I don’t want an apology, I just want the truth. I want to know if what we had was even worth fighting for in the first place. I want to know if I cross your mind, I want to know if you realize how much you messed up; I just want you to miss me.
There's something a quote does that nothing & no-one else can ever do; it can become a part of you, you may never meet, or even know who wrote your life down in their own words, but that person is your companion. Quotes help you get over pain, feel loved, make you smile or even laugh, on those tough days & to think you started thinking no one knew what you were going through.
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