So I have been battling with my heart and listening to my head, I’ve been strong and I’ve been shutting any feelings I have out, telling myself I’m over loving him and that I’m moving on.
I was doing so well and I felt happy for the weekend and today.
I was doing my up most to move on and was doing ok.
But wham I’m travelling home on the train look out the window and he’s standing at the station.
My heart started beating so fast and I was thrown a million steps backwards.
Life is cruel.
Why would that happen. It’s almost like I’m not meant to let go.
I’m not allowed to heal.
Life is twisted, so twisted.
Daily Archives: February 17, 2014
You should see them when they get the hiccups
Congratulations! You’re not perfect! It’s ridiculous to want to be perfect anyway. But then, everybody’s ridiculous sometimes, except perfect people.
You know what perfect is? Perfect is not eating or drinking or talking or moving a muscle or making even the tiniest mistake.
Perfect is never doing anything wrong, which means never doing anything at all. Perfect is boring! So you’re not perfect! Wonderful! Have fun! Eat things that give you bad breath! Trip over your own shoelaces! Laugh! Let somebody else laugh at you! Perfect people never do any of those things.
All they do is sit around and sip weak tea and think about how perfect they are.
But they’re really not one-hundred-percent perfect anyway. You should see them when they get the hiccups! Phooey!
Who needs ‘em? You can drink pickle juice and imitate gorillas and do silly dances and sing stupid songs and wear funny hats and be as imperfect as you please and still be a good person.
Good people are hard to find nowadays. And they’re a lot more fun than perfect people any day of the week.