Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Oh I get by

with a little help from my friends.

I have been dancing between insecure and depressed for weeks now, I haven't really opened up to it until tonight. I understand that I am promised to heartache, but it's nothing I haven't felt before. I just need, I must, I want to let go.

Let go of this plagued history.
Let go of this pain.
Let go of these idiotic insecurities.
I am beautiful,
I am intelligent,
I am huge hearted and willing to do anything to make someone crack a smile.
That is enough, that is more than enough.
So long as I keep hope and this heart of mine, I think I should be fine.
I've just got to keep reminding myself that I am the above.
I am a bitchin' person, period.

If you miss out, or you let me go, it's your fucking loss, and it's your fucking regret.

what the fuck is up new world?

1 comment:

  1. no one should ever be promised pain, you just need the right person that makes all the bad have much less of an impact. someone that makes the world seem better. to quote my hero, Dr. Seuss, “You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.” this is what everyone needs and deserves