A heart jolt.

It kind of sucks when you go by life trying to get over something, someone, and when you finally think you are doing okay, something changes. You see something that reminds you of that event, and you are right back where you are. You feel weak in the knees and you try to regain your posture... But everything seems like nothing improved.

It is funny that I haven't checked blogspot in a full week, and when I do... I am reminded of everything.

False hope.

No matter the circumstances, hope is what I had. I really did have hope in us. That's all I had, but now I officially give up. I give up the feelings in my heart, because I refuse to let them unheard and unacknowledged. I hope you have a wonderful life. A life filled with health and happiness. Because I can not just sit around still feeling the things I feel for the person who told me he hated me, and left me here with absolutely no remembrance of him. Disappeared.

I believed you when you said that you would never leave my side, that no matter what happened between us, you wouldn't just fall off the face of the earth, and that's what you did. I feel absolutely nothing now. So this is my final goodbye. I am done trying for someone who won't even acknowledge my existence. Goodbye.

Communication

I guess this is the only way I will know you are okay or not, whether you are lying through your words, or if your actually telling the truth. You are supposed to hate me. Those words will never escape my consciousness. And just seeing your name while I skim through my contacts, just makes me remember that. If you think I am just going to escape then fine, think that I am doing alright. Think that I can day by day think nothing of you. Disappearing off the face of my earth, yeah that was a smart thing to do. Selfish of you, but I understand. I have been nothing but selfish all this time, and I deserve it.

You should stop missing me, because you hate me. You wouldn't want to miss someone that you despise so much. My heart and mind is still shattered in pieces, and yeah, us talking won't do us any good.

My mind is in jumbles, but I am done crying, I get too dehydrated. When you want to say something to me, you know where to find me.

I'm going to be alright.

I am for sure of that. Right now, during spring break, I refuse to be sad. So right now. I am happy. And I am fine.

My inspiration seems to have escaped.

I can't find the motivation to draw anything.