I fucked up again and I used the fact that someone hurt my feelings to rationalize what I did, but it was all me and only me.
At least perhaps I made a friend out of it, but I can't get rid of the loss I feel from losing another.
There was so much that I wanted/needed to talk about tonight...I guess I'll get it out later.
Once again I can't cry, and I really wish I could.
So what I've lost most of my friends, make new ones right. Sounds so easy, doing it on the other hand isn't.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
Anais Nin
*One of my favorite writers
'For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.'
John Greenleaf Whittier
To perceive is to suffer.
Aristotle
At least perhaps I made a friend out of it, but I can't get rid of the loss I feel from losing another.
There was so much that I wanted/needed to talk about tonight...I guess I'll get it out later.
Once again I can't cry, and I really wish I could.
So what I've lost most of my friends, make new ones right. Sounds so easy, doing it on the other hand isn't.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
Anais Nin
*One of my favorite writers
'For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.'
John Greenleaf Whittier
To perceive is to suffer.
Aristotle