my Stumbles Upon Fate

The best thing about the past is that is shows what you want to bring into your future. ― Anonymous

'Scuse me while I kiss the sky: I realize the most difficult task for a person with a broken heart is...

I realize the most difficult task for a person with a broken heart is to stand still and feel the crack. But that is exactly what she must do. Because no shortcut is without its share of obstructions. Here’s a simple fact: You have to grieve in order to move on. “Go through it. Not around it.” Because if I went around some of the issues that were tearing me apart inside, then I would bump into them somewhere down the line, just like being caught in the center of a traffic circle. By going through the intense pain, I eventually surfaced as a stronger person ready to tackle problems head on. Soon the pain lost its stronghold over me. —Therese J. Borchard

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Little things

It’s the little things that make you realize what you never had.

Spencer texted me the sweetest text from Vegas last night and it made me so happy. Trang and the girls are in Vegas and Spencer is working in a Cirque show so it was sweet that he thought of me and told me he missed me. Things like that make me smile and appreciate my friends.

My classmate, Jo and I hung out yesterday and studied and randomly on gchat he goes, “how are you?” after i have just seen him a few hours ago. It makes me realize that some guys can be geniuniely so caring and sweet here.

Who knows, maybe I’ll end up over here. ;) Haha jk jk.

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My backbone, so close but yet so far away.

Rewind.

How can you do that? It takes two and how can you give up like that?

Don’t lose yourself after you’ve found someone. ― Anonymous

I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. ― Maya Angelou

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I keep asking.

I keep asking why,

Why do I feel this way? How can I still feel or want something after being treated like this? Why do I blame myself and continue to keep blaming myself? I hate this. I hate feeling so depressed, I hate missing class and putting my life on pause to feel this depressed over someone who can’t even reply to my texts or calls?

Why? There are so many things I should be focusing on, especially school since this is my career, but no. And I’m sick of fronting a smile and a happy face at school, it puts a dagger through my heart. Like literally, I’m sick of people asking me how I am or what’s wrong. I’m really sick of people telling me they know “exactly how I feel.”

No, you don’t. Have you ever changed your life and moved across country to start a stressful ass program where you can’t even deal with anything aside from school and work? Are you unfamiliar with your surroundings and have no comfort zones or people to go to during a heartbreak? Are you flat out broke from expenses and live from week to week deciding what to buy for groceries while feeling like you are so alone?

No, you all don’t. Why?

But if you have to.

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