Are for the brave
For the fighters
They’re for those that aren’t content with just falling asleep.
Late nights are for the people who know there is more.
They’re for those who want that something more.
Are for the ones who will fight for more.
Late nights are for the brave.
Has been in shambles for a while. I let it fall apart. Mostly because I felt justified. My health was getting worse, and then he left, so I felt I had my excuses. Well, my excuses were shit. This isn’t a lecture from angry parents. Excuses won’t help. This is life. You either live it or you don’t. I was slowly just letting myself die a little. No. Fuck that. I’m back. I’m living. I’m happy. I’m in love. I’m in shape. I’m prepared. I’m excited. But. It’s still hurting. Knowing you’re not mine anymore. NOT knowing who you even are. It’s been a sprinkle of melancholy on the smallest part of my heart. But I’ll fight it. Let it drive me. Cause I’m done being trapped by my excuses.
But boy they do. One, how you made me feel worthless. You used me and lied and I was stupid for loving you. Two, how much I care about you still. Three, knowing that I’ll never see you again. Because I don’t want to. If I see you, who knows what would happen to me. And I’m happy now. I love him. Not to say I don’t love you still. But I love him and he’s not yo and that’s perfect. He’s perfect. You never choose the best man; you choose the man that makes you the best girl. I choose him.
(via whichwolves)
(Source: mangasee, via whichwolves)
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
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But I’m definitely not happy about it. Little bit pissed. Feel stupid for not knowing sooner.
I've been lost for a really long time.
