warpednormal's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - �I don't know you. The only thing I know about you is, you're reading this. I don't know if your happy or not; I don't know whether you're young or not. I sort of hope you're young and sad. If you're old and happy, I can imagine that you'll smile to yourself when you hear me going, he broke my heart. You'll remember someone who broke your heart, and you'll think to yourself, Oh yes, i remember how that feels. But you can't, you smug old git. Oh you'll remember feeling sort of plesantly sad. You might remember listening to music and eating chocolates in your room, or walking along the embankment on your own, wrapped up in a winter coat and feeling lonely and brave. But can you remember how with every mouthful of food it felt like you were biting into your own stomach? Can you remember the taste of red wine as it came back up and into the toilet bowl? Can you remember dreaming every night that you were still together, that he was talking to you gently and touching you, so that every morning when you woke up you had to go through it all over again?�
i feel broken , that feeling we all know. i just don't know. haven't slept all night. been crying and reading quotes from eat pray love and belting out "don't cry" from guns n roses to try and get through that awful day that is the first day after getting your heart broken i've never been so comfortable with someone and i have no idea when or if i will find that again. i miss him so much and the thought that he's out there moving on makes me feel sick but just give me a week, give me some time 11:05 a.m. - 2013-06-06 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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