It took forever to convince my self I was over you. That I was better off without you. And now here you are in front of me; standing there in the casual way that you do and suddenly I am not so sure I can really ever be convinced.

Christmas time is a time for love,
and she's got all of your's.

I get so caught up in being broken, I start to ignore ways to fix me..

It's the people you want to care the most that always care the least..

"My friend asked me once if I would change anything about the first time I had my heart broken. I looked to where you stood and said 'no'. She asked me why and I replied 'having my heart broken ment someone better could come along and fix it'."

I try so hard to make everything work out and yet I still manage to screw it all up..

If I curl up in a ball tightly enough maybe it wont hurt so bad..

Everytime I think things are finally okay, I find out I am wrong...

I miss you...

I thought I forgot what it felt like to be broken, hurt and depressed... Then you had to go and remind me.