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In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others.
it's funny how you think you're fine, you think you've moved on, it's over, that you'll find another, better. only to be hit right between the eyes, again, for at least the third time, and put right back in that vulnerable spot that you desperately pulled yourself out of and swore that you would never let yourself fall in again.
it's not over, no matter how much i want it to be, the wound is still just as deep. now i'm right back where i started two months ago...
how do you go on, knowing it will never be the same? how can you face that fear? i know, you just go on, but how the hell do i go about it? i can't go on, i don't want to go on, i want things to go back to how they were, when i was happy, and things made sense. we made sense. we were so good together.
i guess a good way of looking at it, is that this will be AMAZING for my character, i'm living Caroline's life as we speak, heck yes, i'm gonna tear it up at district!
it's funny how you think you're fine, you think you've moved on, it's over, that you'll find another, better. only to be hit right between the eyes, again, for at least the third time, and put right back in that vulnerable spot that you desperately pulled yourself out of and swore that you would never let yourself fall in again.
it's not over, no matter how much i want it to be, the wound is still just as deep. now i'm right back where i started two months ago...
how do you go on, knowing it will never be the same? how can you face that fear? i know, you just go on, but how the hell do i go about it? i can't go on, i don't want to go on, i want things to go back to how they were, when i was happy, and things made sense. we made sense. we were so good together.
i guess a good way of looking at it, is that this will be AMAZING for my character, i'm living Caroline's life as we speak, heck yes, i'm gonna tear it up at district!