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Ladies, let me give you some advice. You can throw away all your stupid fucking chick-lit , self helo , why doesn t he love me books out, because this is aall you need to know; Men will treat you the way you let them. There is no such thing as "deserving" respect. You get what you demand from people. If you demand respect, he will either respect you or he won't associate with you. It really is that simple. 
Rule #1, Don't be a booty call. if he don't respect you girl he gon' forget you girl. & two, if he's in a relationship and he would cheat on her, that means he would cheat on you. Rule #3, tell him your celebit and if wants some of your goodies he gon' have to work for it. Rule #4, be the person you wanna find. Don't be a nickel out here lookin' for a dime. 
Sometimes, there are things in our life that aren't meant to stay. Sometimes, change may not be what we want. Sometimes, change is exactly what we need. And sometimes, saying "goodbye" is the hardest thing you think you'll ever have to do, but sometimes, saying "hello" again is the thing that breaks you down and makes you more vulnerable than you ever thought possible. Sometimes, change is too much to bear. But most of the time, change is the only thing saving your life. 
I wear my heart on my sleeve, but I'm not naive. I know what it feeels like to be completely broken; and I'm all too familiar with what it feels like to hurt, I know what it's like to see something funny and not laugh. I've been taken advantage of and used, my feelings have been completely disregarded. But I still believe that all people are good at heart, and my trust has not diminished. To be honest, I hope it never does. 
Everyone has that person that they go back to. Each time, they swear it’s different, and they're done for good. But they aren't. They wish they were, but the thing is, they can’t be. Because that person they keep going back to, they can’t be completely happy without them. 
He left. After months & months of claiming you were his everything, & the best thing that ever happened to him. I know it sucks, but maybe him leaving was a good thing. Maybe God knew that you deserved better, and you would never get anything better until you could let him go. & if a guy could ever even think of leaving you, that proves right there that he never deserved you anyway. 
I guess the real fact of the matter is, we don't know what tomorrow's going to bring and the only thing we really have is right now. so, don't stay mad for too long. learn to forgive. love with all your heart. stay up all night. Have fun. live your life the way you want to live it. fon’t worry about people that don't like you. enjoy the ones who do. have a crush. kiss a boy. just live life the way you want and you'll be happy with and don't let anyone tell you you're doing it wrong. 
It's not as easy as it looks. Having something right in front of you, that you wanted for so long and having to give it up because you don't want it anymore. But it feels so good in the end when you realize how good of a choice you made. 
I think best friends are the ones who have been through what you've been through. they understand where you're coming from and where you're going. its always a challenge to stick by a friend who is making choices we disagree with and are sometimes even dangerous. but its at these times when our friends need us the most. 
As for being patient with fate and all, it's getting old. And my mind is slowly changing. I'm calling all my oldest friends, saying sorry for this mess we're in. And I'm waiting, waiting for the sun to come and melt this snow, wash away the pain and give me back control. 
Nothing is the same anymore. The looks aren't the same; the bond is not the same. Nothing is the same. I know we've fought to stay strong for a while, but sometimes I feel that being strong would mean letting go. So maybe one day, we won't pretend anymore. So maybe one day, it will be okay again. That’s all I want. I don't care what it takes; I want to be okay again. 
Don't tell me you know how it feels. Don't tell me you understand. Don't tell me what you're going through is the same as this. Just don't. Don't attempt to make this better. And don't you dare tell me you care. Don't lie to me, I've had enough of your bullshit. I'm living for myself now. You're gone. In one ear and out the other, our time has come and passed. I just hope you're happy. 
Letting go is much easier said than done. You grow to love someone and letting them go is like losing a part of you. Whenever you know you must let go because it's what is best for you, you keep thinking of reasons to stick around. I know what I must do. It's not going to be easy and it will take time for me to completely let go, but it's what I need to do. 
I think what we mean to say is that we’re so grateful for what we have because we’ve been through so much this year. So many things that were not easy and so many things that make you realize you’re all grown up and on your own. Hopefully we came out the other side stronger with the realization that we do have a lot to be grateful for. So maybe instead of focusing on what we don’t have, we can focus on what we do have. 
Nothing is the same anymore. The looks aren't the same; the bond is not the same. Nothing is the same. I know we've fought to stay strong for a while, but sometimes I feel that being strong would mean letting go. So maybe one day, we won't pretend anymore. So maybe one day, it will be okay again. That’s all I want. I don't care what it takes; I want to be okay again. 
I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, a million of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by it's power, it's unceasing notion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and moutains, deserts and hidden rivers and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with the one we love is perhaps the greatest joy as we can know - unless it be to share our laughter. 
It's because people have this determined belief that things will always work themselves out in the end, that if you tough out the rough shit, the pieces will always fall where you want them to; it was just a matter of patience. As if life is testing how bad you really want it. You endure the brutal winter for a bountiful spring, right? Sometimes patience has nothing to do with it. And sometimes, no matter how much you tough it out, you're not supposed to, and the pieces will absolutely not fall where you fucking want them to.
I spent a night laying rigidly next to him in his twin bed. Fully clothed and listening to his steady heartbeat. We didn't touch but once in the night when he rolled over and his arm draped over my side, I couldn't breathe. I have never felt so lonely in all my life. 
Girls were born knowing how destructive the truth could be. They learned to hold it in, tamp it down, like gunpowder in an old-fashioned gun. Then it exploded in your face, on a November day in the rain. 
some people are just stupid. They have the best thing in front of them but turn around and go to the worst. It's not a good feeling to be one of those people. The feeling of regret is much bigger than the mistake made. 
There's some people who always put armor
pretending everything's fine
when deep inside their heart they realize
that their world upside down
but the most funniest things is
they did't even realize is the armor itself
that destroy their heart into a piece 
Just because you can't see the air, doesn't mean you stop breathing.
Just because you can't see God doesn't mean you stop believing. 
I realize, that overall, you weren’t worth it. There were moments with you that made me really, really happy; but the majority of the time you shut me out. That’s why I swear I’ll try and get over you. We might have had something really great, but i guess we’ll never know. I’ll never forget the good times i had with you, but i’ll also never forget how you hurt me more than anyone i have ever known. 
You can try your hardest, you can do everything and say everything, but sometimes people just aren't worth trying over anymore...they aren't worth worrying about...it's important to know when to let go of someone who only brings you down. 
Life can be anything you want it to be. Its all your perspective and how you view things. Think about it..Make all good things happen.If something isn't working change it. Do the opposite. Do things only for the higher good. You only live once. It's a shame to be anything but happy. 
Because nothing ever will be certain in life. It's never about the black or the white but those shades of grey that lie in between that really matter and make up for most of your life. 
I realize that overall, you weren't really worth it. Therewere moments with you that made me really happy, but 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 any other boy has. 
It's kind of hard to be with someone when you know
deep down you're still in love with someone else. 
sometimes, im sad for no reason. or maybe its just everything at once, and my subconcious feels it but i dont. ill hear a beautiful song and cry, or read an amazing book and just want to be alone. ill see graffiti on a wall and think of all the love the world is missing. 
i can’t sleep, i can’t eat, i can’t do anything but think about him. at night i dream of him, all day i want to see him, and when i do see him my heart turns over and i think i will faint with desire. 
suddenly, all i can think about are all the things i don’t know about him. all the things i never had time to learn. i don’t know if his feet are ticklish or how long his toes are. i don’t know what nightmares he had as a child. i don’t know which stars are his favorites, what shapes he sees in the clouds. i don’t know what he is truly afraid of or what memories he holds closest. and i don’t have enough time now, never enough time. i want to be in the moment with him, feel his body against mine and think of nothing else, but my mind explodes with grief for all that I am missing. all that i will miss. all that i have wasted. 
why does one begin to write? because she feels misunderstood, i guess. because it never comes out clearly enough when she tries to speak. because she wants to rephrase the world, to take it in and give it back again differently, so that everything is used and nothing is lost. because it’s something to do to pass the time until she is old enough to experience things she writes about. 
high school changes people so much. you find the sweet ones are the total bitches, the prude ones are the new sluts, the albino ones had some fun rolling around in nacho cheese, and the lost ones are the ones that live being high. 
you call me a bitch because i don't care what you say. i'm not like you. i don't care about what everyone thinks about me. say whatever you want about me. you say i think i own everything, when in your case i don't let everyone walk all over me and do what they want with me. i actually have something to stand up for, something to believe in. i have morals, integrity, most of all, character. something you are lacking. 
there’s always going to be bad stuff out there. but here’s the amazing thing, light trumps darkness, every time. you can stick a candle into the dark, but you can’t stick the dark into the light. 
Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. 
You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own and when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not just messing with that. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life. Everything affects everything. 
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. And let me just say, fuck all of that.
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