i love people. my friends, my family, my dog that was biting my finger while i wrote this. i love all those people (and animals) so it truly hurts me when one of them gets hurt.
weve all been there at least once: love. and let me tell you, you fall hard. if not harder, the next time. but when you fall hard and plunge down into the abyss, coming out alive is a miracle, and wanting to fall like that again would be the act of a saint.
now i see her hurting. and before she took the leap of faith for him, i noticed his parachute. i realized that if she fell for him, there'd be no silver lining. i was right. he wasnt worth the fall, and now hes cliff diving with another.
maybe he stabbed her in the back, but her back is my front. and it hurt a lot more.
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sugar, spice and a bit of advice
RandomA bunch of paragraphs and quotes. Your go to place when you're feeling down. In other words, my public diary. (some poetry shit)
