Personal Stuff

You make my heart flutter and my stomach feeling sick, because of all the butterflies, when I hear your name.

It’s a misery that we can not control our hearts. The person we love. The person we fall for everyday a little bit harder. The person who can make you the happiest just like the saddest. I sometimes despite love for being the strongest and most violent emotion a human being can feel.

I hate the fact that people with a good heart always get hurt. Because they see good in every shitty person on this planet, who take advantage of the most beautiful souls you will ever meet. Sometimes it feels like they enjoy to hurt someone and to know they will come back nevertheless of how badly they have been treated. It hurts to see my friends suffer because of those people who only look after themselves. But what hurts the most is looking in the mirror seeing this broken girl’s eyes full of tears and ashamed of herself how far she had let herself down, who once was so happy and joyful in life.

First you helped me to make me whole again and I couldn’t imagine how lucky I was. Then you broke me in the most saddest and beautiful way possible. It’s time to be my own hero and fix myself again.

I am a mess. In every part of my life. I bring chaos with me everywhere I go.

I am a person who is hard to love. I have mood swings, I can’t control my feelings, jealousy is poison for me, sometimes my temper takes over but I promise you if you’re patient enough you can love me & if you do it truly, it could last a lifetime.