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now all that's left of me, is what I pretend to be.
this is me.
aimee perpuse.
st. joseph graduate, st. augustine freshman.
trust isn't given, trust is earned.
lose it, lose it forever.
my heart isn't a toy, so don't play games.
not in a relationship, nor am I looking into being in one.
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Friday, February 12, 2010 | 1:04 PM
if we throw our love away, does that bring us back to the start ? time heals all wounds, but i can't rewind my heart. is the flame not still there, if seeing you ignites the spark. picture this, after a thousand words said, we could never understand what was in eachothers heads.


you always say you hate to see me hurt, hate to see my cry.
so tell me, all those times you hurt me - did you close your eyes ?

wanting him is hard to forget, loving him is hard to regret, losing him is hard to accept, but even with all the hurt i've felt, letting go is the most painful yet.& at last. all the pictures have been burned. & all the past. Is just a lesson that we've learned.

Missin everything you say, missin all the crazy love we made. Why'd you throw it all away? I want you to know, It's been hell tryna do this without you here. Baby, '09 was supposed to be our year.


Wish I could wake up & forget about you. Not try to call you when I know I want to. I gotta fight this feeling, can't let it take over me. You just don't understand how much you were apart of me ..


I've learned that goodbyes, will always hurt. pictures will never replace having been there. memories, good or bad, will bring tears. & words can never replace those feelings.


Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them it matters not. Because once in  your life, whatever they were to the world they become everything to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their  souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound, you know that your own life is inevitable consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart. We love them for a million reasons, no paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart.
A feeling. Only felt.

i've stopped dressing up in my best clothes & putting on every type of makeup i had. because at the end of the day, the only person i need to please is myself.


there's only so many times you can allow someone to let you down before you can't handle the disappointment anymore. when things change, people chang & it doesn't mean you forget the past, it simply means you try to move on & treasure the memories. letting go, doesn't mean giving up, it means accepting things that weren't meant to be. there's a point in life when you get tired of chasing everyone, trying to fix everything, but it's not giving up. you got to do what's right for you, even if it hurts ..

i came to realize that if he wasnt going to accept for who i am without all these materialistic things, then i sure as hell don't need to please his mother fucking eyes.

she's strong, because she knows how it feels to be put down. she's smiling because she knows how it feels to cry herself to sleep.

you have to stand up for yourself, even when the rest of the world refuses to help you rise.

everything i know now, is what i knew before. & as for the mistakes in between, well, they're just lessons learned.

i've come to realize, that in the end, everyone turns out to be the person they swore they'd never become.