Monday, February 28, 2011

Hugs are like boomerangs, you get one back straight away.

Elena Liew original! :) And for the rest of the world who has no idea where this is in facebook. Its in WALL PHOTOS. So stop asking me okay? ;)

Because when you're so stressed and sad, all you need to feel is the warmth of a persons body and hands wrapped around you to take it all away in that tiny moment. Hugs, they are a way to tell a person you love them, without telling them.


Sometimes, I feel like such a bloody hypocrite. I'm the kid, who constantly cheer people up, posting and writing inspirational stuff, hoping to make someone's day, and I can't even take my own bloody advice. Why. Why is it so hard? Why is it so easy to make someone elses day, but not your own. Why is it so easy to say it's going to be okay to someone else, when you dont know how much the problem is taking a toll on them. Dear brain. Please take your own advice. Thank you.

The scars on her hand, are how much you broke her heart. OK I FIND IT EXTREMELY STUPID THAT PEOPLE WOULD CUT THEMSELVES FOR A BOY! SERIOUSLY! You are BEAUTIFUL. And it hurts to see you cry and not be able to be by your side. Especially when you're crying over jackasses like him. Why would you want to be sad for someone who wont be sad for you? Why would you want to waste your time and beauty like that! Honestly woman. Think. Is it worth it? Is it worth the pain? Is it worth the heartache? Is it worth the scars? THINK. Because I won't stand here seeing you kill yourself slowly.

I sure as hell wont.

Have you ever been in love?

Elena Liew original picture :D

Have you ever been in love?

Horrible isn't it?

It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.

I hate love.