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So where do I begin?

A few years ago I got my heart broken, by myself of course and by the idea that someone actually valued me finally

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That was the good old days, right?

Was I fucking wrong, cos' life showed me and might I say she can be a she-devil?

You break-up and the only thought you have is - what I am without him/her? I gave him/her my life and they just turn their back on me? Nah, fuck that. And then you go through this tequila phase, can I add weed too? And you just go ballistic in heartbreak. Meanwhile, yo' love of your life is bending someone in knots like a rope eating or getting eaten, and here you wanna sit en sulk about a person that is not even irrelevant or worth your tears.

After the crazy bitch (psycho for male - cos' majority of women say psycho) phase, you get all depressed and somber. This part is the worst. Have you noticed how some of you look like aliens when you're heartbroken? I looked like crackhead E.T. But shit, other people do not define us. Get it through your thick skull right now. We get friends, as the years go by, just like when you get a lover. And you go through the same phases until you discover, who was there from the beginning. Your vision becomes clear when you exactly know what you want. Even if it's only to be at peace with yourself.

I have been sad for a lot of years, and I do not wish this upon my enemy. No really, some can take it and others take it to a really dark place. And that is the fucked part. The other person knew the pain they put you through but they side with the people that are against you. and that is TOTALLY FINE, you just got to ask yourself - are you a pussy or are you a soldier?

Do not let any fool just come and ruin your life because a few moments you shared over the years, you attract better than your past. Well, I do not have a boyfriend, but can finally say, I am over the hurt I hold on to. And if it wasn't for the AMAZING people that came into my life recently, I would have been lost trying to find my identity in another person. My friends love me for who I am and they just as fucked up as I am. But they would rather stick with me, then see me fail and I would do the same for them.

We always say we do not care when or if the one comes, it's all about the time and effort you give out and receive back, Those small moments with them. AND PLEASE, PRETTY PLEASE, could you please stop expecting that a person is yours forever? You only have what is between HELLO and GOODBYE.