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Your past is just a story, and once you realize this, it has no power over you.
There are two reasons why people don't talk about something: Either it doesn't mean anything to them, or it means everything.
You have to get hurt. That’s how you learn. The strongest people out there, the ones who laugh the hardest with a genuine smile, those are the people who have fought the toughest battles. Because they’ve decided that they’re not going to let anything hold them down, they’re showing the world who's the boss.
One of the cruelest things you can do to another person is pretend you care about them more than you actually do.
You know what I can't understand? You have all these people telling you all the time how great you are, smart and funny and pretty and talented and all that, I mean endlessly, I've been telling you for years. So why don't you believe it?
Every now and then, I'd meet a guy and think that we were getting along great, and suddenly I'd stop hearing from him. Not only did he stop calling, but if I happened to bump into him somewhere later he always acted like I had the plague. I didn't understand it. I still don't. And it bothered me. It hurt me. With time, it got harder and harder to keep blaming the guys, and I eventually came to the conclusion that there was something wrong with me. That maybe I was simply meant to live my life alone
Life is for having fun. Don't be stupid and waste it on some guy/girl who is gonna act like he/she hates you tomorrow. Never waste it on some one who doesn't want their friends to know they're in love with you. Don't give that person the rest of you tears or a month or a year of your life when he/she treats you badly and doesn't mind to make you cry. Every person deserves some one who wants to brag about them. Every person deserves some one who makes them smile and laugh at their worst moments. We all deserve at least that.
What happened to those girls? The ones that were supposed to grow old together, and marry those stupid boys they always loved? What happened to those girls that sat up all night prank calling boys that hurt them? What happened to the girls that pinky promised they'd be best friends forever?
I don't know when, I don't know how, and I don't know why but some how we drifted apart. We walk past each other like we never knew each other. It's as if all those months never happened. We never talked, we never hugged, we never watch shooting stars, those wishes were never made, we never fell in love. Maybe it really never happened. Maybe I dreamed it all up.
I'm sorry things went so downhill. We were so sure things were going to be amazing and spectacular, but now I'm starting to see everything I didn't want to believe. I'm sorry I stopped loving you. I'm sorry you did, too. Maybe things aren't meant to be. I'm going to miss you, but it's time we hold our heads high, bite our lips and get over each other. I think it's the best way. Maybe we'll find someone better. Then again, maybe we won't.