Relationshit

What am I supposed to do? You are so entertained with your silly friends you have forgotten what I should meant to you. You have effortlessly forgotten me, and seem to be appreciating it. It's like the more you piss me off and get me frustrated, the happier you get. Tell me, tell yourself: is this really love? I'm pretty sure you're not who I want, I'm pretty sure I have to move on... I can no longer be put down, pushed away, disappointed... But I keep hurting... And I keep lying to myself I'll be ok.

Self Betrayal

What's right about doing this? What's wrong? Is there any other way of expressing how confuse I am? Well, I am disgusted! You couldn't have reached any lower, and I couldn't have felt worst. You say you are ashamed of being the way you are, of being who you are, and you really should feel like this. Your actions mean who you are, and they just show how abject, paltry, filthy, unprepared, immature, stupid, childish and unfaithful you are. Not to me, but to yourself. Loyalty has never been your strong point, and neither have peace. I hope you burn in hatred flames, but even though I'm really mad at you (and at me, for allowing me having come this far for the hell of it), all I feel for you is sorry.

Mindlessness

É tão vergonhoso como nós valorizamos o que não merece tanta atenção, e deixamos de lado o que é mais importante - o que deveria ser prioridade... Um simples exemplo disso é a forma que às vezes ignoramos nossos familiares, mas estamos sempre à procura de novos coleguinhas que só compartilharão dos bons momentos...

Aquele "bom dia" especial, aquela ligação inesperada somente para dar um oi - a demonstração de importância, ela é tão deixada de lado pela correria do dia-a-dia, por darmos importância a coisas e pessoas tão menos importantes, por termos nos acomodado em acreditar que por já termos conquistado alguém, não precisamos mais fazer nada.

If you take someone for granted, it will never guarantee that this one will be there for you forever, and you will be fully mistaken to believe so. Taking someone for granted just hurts and minimizes feelings that should be kept alive by both parts.

Reflexão

Opções... Escolhas... Enquanto eu for apenas uma destas alternativas, nada se alterará. Amar é um gesto muito nobre que nem todos conseguem. O que parece é que a única coisa de certo que você sabe fazer é errar. Errar comigo, errar conosco. Desejos e expectativas foram trocados por conformismos e decepções. Infelizmente é tarde demais para eu voltar atrás. Se pudesse, dormiria sozinho e acordaria em outro lugar, não com você, mas com pessoa por quem me apaixonei. Se eu pudesse, teria feito tudo diferente. Teria me entregado menos, amado menos, esperado menos, sofrido menos, me machucado menos...

Jeopardized heart

Paranoia could define my inner self. On the outside, though, I’m basically smiles and soft breathes. It’s like I don’t have any other desires, wishes and hopes have just faded away with unfelt feelings I once thought I’d have. At the same time I wish I would yell whispers struck on my throat, I want to be quiet, just observing how far it’ll take me, how deep it’ll drown me, how breakable it’ll make me. I lost faith on myself, and I just don’t believe words are meant to mean anything. In the end, words don’t hurt, words don’t heal… words are just vain words, and actions show what is really meant to say.