Goodbye tumblr :(
I’m no longer going to be using this account anymore.
I’m going to start a new chapter in my life so I’m changing everything: email, tumblr, twitter, etc.
~Doll Face
I’m no longer going to be using this account anymore.
I’m going to start a new chapter in my life so I’m changing everything: email, tumblr, twitter, etc.
~Doll Face
This weekend I decided to go to the beach with my best friend so I can try to forget about things and he appears.
I couldn’t do this.
I can’t go back to him.
Things are gonna be like before, full of promises that won’t be made and arguments that’ll only get worse and worse as we turn older.
That night, I drank the only beer that I like with K and tried to not to cry. She was the one that kept me grounded so I wouldn’t run back to look for him and beg him to forgive me. I do have to start my life all over again, and with my friends and family supporting me all the way, I know that in the end I’ll be fine because I have people that love and care about me.
I can’t believe it’s been a year since the first time we ended our relationship.
Every single time my mind wanders to him, I sort of numb myself. I don’t want to deal with the pain, I don’t want to remember his face when I shook my head and left him there, I don’t want to think of his eyes or his face or the times that we were happy (which were less and less as the time passed by and we had more tensions and problems between us).
I had a feeling that I was going to see him that day, but K assured me that I was not going to see him. We talked about how after 12AM we were going to kind of reborn and start our lives differently and then he appeared. We had girl time and fell asleep at 3AM.The next day we went to the beach to then get ready to go to the Jazzfest with a few of our friends and ate at Danny’s which is in front of Via Appia. I felt a pang in my chest but I tried to shake it off.
K made me do another list of reasons why I shouldn’t go back with him and it sort of helped. I’m going to go through this day by day and someday I’ll be okay.
He’s gone for good and I’m going to focus on myself so I can live a more positive life.
I can do all of the things that I wanted to do, find new hobbies, and meet other people and be social.
And he can move on and do the things that he couldn’t do and be happy that we aren’t together.
We won’t argue anymore, have any moment of tension, or have an LDR.
He’ll be happy in NY and I’ll be here in PR and travel all over the world when I’m done studying.
Everything will be okay.
Somehow.
I went to a party at the museum,
I met artist that their pieces are sitting in the halls of this magical place,
I met the son of The Artist,
He listened to all of my theories and thinks I’m right,
The piece was in the newspaper today,
I wore a dress, heels, and red lipstick and I got my picture taken by many photographers tonight,
There was an open bar, ceviche, and penne alla vodka,
I listened to the tunes of the plenas, walked the halls once more,
The place was full of people, and I was always smiling, being the perfect young lady, impressing everyone with my theories of the mural.
And once I left the party, took everything off, and laid down on my bed… I never felt so alone.
You deleted it and now I feel as if you’ve ripped yourself from my heart,
I know it’s my fault, I know I was the one who left but…
This hurts me, too, you know?
You’re not the only one that’s gotten hurt in the end,
But that doesn’t even matter to you,
I sometimes think you don’t even know why I left in the first place.
For when he leaves to his new home…
A good book should leave you… slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading it.
— William Styron, 1958 (via skeletales)
One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
— Jack Kerouac, Dharma Burns (via girlwithoutwings)
(Source: quote-book)