Hôm nay là một ngày rất buồn.
Sau này chắc phải quán triệt tư tưởng sống bằng đầu chứ không bằng tim nữa. Nhớ nhe hôn!
Ok, you are still young, you fell (again) for the wrong guy, then you got your heart break because of that, you felt very bad and disappointed, you cried. It’s all right, that is your true feeling, that’s the way human heart works, it beats, falls in some stupid love, then hurts, then recovers.
All of these things won’t make you a pathetic, incurable, tough, rigid, bitter, hateful woman. No it won’t, you’re stronger than that. You can cry, weep, scream, or do anything out of your heartbreak as much as your feeling goes, just remember you will get over and still believe in love, in truth, in kindness, in good men.
You know you deserve that, some one good will come and all painful memories will sound like a teenage drama.
Now cry and laugh at it later.
One last thing, (yes I have to swear) fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, liar, for treating me like you care, like I matter, and then you break what I hope, then we’re just fiends. Friendship what? You’re kidding me? Who wants to stay in such vague relationship with you, I don’t need that, a friend, go fuck yourself. Friendship doesn’t go that way, friends don’t treat, care for each other that way, jerk. Stop boasting like you’re sensitive, caring, thoughtful while you break a girl’s heart, hypocrite. Never do you think that I will treat you as before, we will never go back to where we were, not even a friend. What for, to maintain my broken heart. Need someone beside you, go find all of your girlfriends whom you say they’re so pretty, cute, blalala…Now just seeing your fucking tasteless face makes me super sick.
You should go to hell and get the toughest punishment there. Fuuuuuck you!
"After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn…
With every goodbye you learn."
— Veronica Shoffstall, “Comes the Dawn” (via larmoyante)
"'What’s the difference?' I asked him. 'Between the love of your life, and your soulmate?'
‘One is a choice, and one is not.’"
— Tarryn Fisher, Mud Vein (via larmoyante)
"I told her once I wasn’t good at anything. She told me survival is a talent."
— Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted (via theimperfectideal)