September 2009
5 posts
This sums it up.
Every single scar holds a story, it’s own history. She remember what she was thinking; she knows what she was doing each time. “If I didn’t cut, they wouldn’t exist. Because in Greek the opposite of the word ‘truth’ isn’t ‘false’ and isn’t ‘dishonesty’. It’s ‘forgotten.’ So the opposite of truth is forgotten....
“People change and forget to tell each other.”
– Lillian Hellman
He's just not that into you.
I read the book, I saw the movie and still I sit here making excuses for uinexcusable thing. Ex.: He texts me all day, until he goes out. My thoughts: “He’s busy, he’s having a good time, he rarely goes out..” But I know that He SHOULD want to. He SHOULD want to text me at least to say “hi” or to see how I am doing. Maybe I am just selfish and needy.. Who...
“In the silence of night I have often wished for just a few words of love from...”
He cares.. in his own way.
I’ve grown up hearing my mom say that to me. It was just a couple days ago when she said it about the current “relationship” I’m in. It made me think… Why can’t he care in the way I want him too? Why do I have to adapt to the way he cares? Why can’t he adapt to the way I care? So many questions, but no answers.
Maybe I have a false image of what caring...