I Can Only Hope.. I hope one day you'll wake up and realize how perfect we were for each other, and all the things you could have experienced if had just opened your eyes a little bit wider. You never saw me, but I saw in you everything that I ever hoped for. All in the same human being. You never wanted me. It hurt to wake up every day knowing that you would not think about me when you woke up. Because I know, I was nothing to you. You threw me away, but I was willing to do anything for a chance. I loved you, but you never even cared enough to notice. So someday I hope you wake up thinking about me. About all the things we could have done but never did. About all the love you could've received, but always rejected. You'll wanna go back to where we are now, and give me that chance.

S**t Happens It is painful to realize that everyone hurts us at one time or another, in one way or another. Even those who love you and would die for you. Some nights you will go to bed depressed and will feel like no one can heal you but yourself. It is not a secret that even the best of the people in your #life will be heartless sometimes. So make sure to be there for yourself when no one else is, if that makes sense. Because #life will always go on, and time wont stop for your sorrow, and it wont go back either.

Bad Days It sucks having a terrible day, getting your heart broken, and going to sleep trying to remember how to be happy again. You start crying until you fall asleep, wishing to never wake up again. You feel like a bag of trash, knowing you dont have a time machine to undo your mistakes. Hoping for a better day, you feel like the most miserable person on the planet. Your family doesnt know what happened, your friends dont understand you, your mind is tired and your eyes are wet. It hurts, and it hurts even more to know that, no matter how bad your day was, #life goes on.

It is not the good times that you realize who your true friends are, but in the moments of most pain.

Tears In Prom Here you are. Where You have always been. Here, with your people, your buddies. Everyone loves you, right? After seeing photos of all of you, since pre-k, I realize -once again- that I am a mistake. It is your past, but it makes me feel like that is why I dont belong to your present. You dont need new friends, nor a new girl to hang out with. I feel sorry for myself. I heard my heart, this is all a mistake. I feel stupid. I saw, once again, how happy you already are. It is hard to tell myself that you dont need me. And never will.