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Saturday, April 24, 2010
Maybe we're trying, trying too hard, maybe we're torn apart. @ 10:56 PM
To be honest, I’m so confused. I don’t know what I want in life, I don’t even know what I want right now. All I know is that I’m hurting so much inside that it’s eating me, and one day, there won’t be anymore of me left. It's fucking killing me.

Theres only so many times you can allow someone to let you down before you cant handle the disappointment anymore. When things change, people change, ad it doesn’t mean you forget the past, it simply means you try to move on and treasure the memories. Letting go doesn’t mean giving up, it means accepting the things that werent meant to be. Theres a point in life when you get tired of chasing everyone, trying to fix everything, but its not giving up. You’ve got to do what’s right for you even if it hurts. I’ve come to realize that in the end, Everyones turned out to be the person they’d swore they’d never be.

Funny thing is that while I was writing this and the mail, I’ve been holding back tears. I’m not sure if the tears are welling up because I’m leaving and I might not be able to see you again or .. Well, Here's the truth, I know that you’re asking yourself about a million questions, why I'm not fighting for you? Why ain't i throwing tantrum? Why won't i cuss you up and down after the thing you've done? And mostly, why did i let you go even though i knew i was going to be a fucking wreck and how its slowly gonna kill me. I was disappointed to say the least and I felt my heart bend on its side and slowly break into a million pieces. It was really over and you was never coming back. But I'm certain that time won’t fade, it’ll always be there by your side and with time, you’ll be able to heal and you’ll be able to forget and start over and be happy again. I know that without me, nothing can you hold you back and that’s one of the reasons why I left. I felt like I was holding you back and I didn’t want to so maybe if I was out of sight, out of your mind, out of your way, maybe you’ll be able to do things you’ve never had a chance to do while you were with me.

Maybe sooner or later fate will bring us together again. I’m up to that but for now, I guess this is it.

You gave strength to get me through the day, you gave me hope, you believe in me, You made me fall for you, I never said thank you for that.

I miss you, I thought just in case you’d hear me.

Are there certain people in our lives whom we’re never meant to get over?

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