What are good times, exactly? Are they the times that make you look back on them with fondness and pride? Are they the times when time went by without much happening? Are they the times when you felt peaceful or were they the times when everything was chaotic yet beautiful?
“Writing is only boring to the people who are boring themselves.” ~ Anonymous
I don’t know if any of you have written diary entries before. But if you haven’t, you should start. Because writing is beautiful, it’s art. Writing down your emotions on a piece of paper makes your thoughts clearer and ends up making you feel better about yourself in ways you can’t possibly imagine.
I wonder if he thinks about me. I wonder if he doesn’t.
Does he talk about me? If he does, what does he say?
It’s crazy that I still care so much when I shouldn’t.
I don’t have to care about him. I can go on without him.
I know that I can. I know I have to.
Is it crazy that even after all this time I love him?
- I have a myriad of emotions within me. I don’t know what to make of them. The wall is back up again. The door is closed. I want to bang the door but I know it won’t open. I’m stuck here in a room with just one window open. Through which a ray of light shines like hope. Hope that everything will be okay. Hope that I’ll be fine. Hope that I’ll maybe see you again. Hope that this pain is temporary.
I really wonder sometimes. About the fact that you care about me or not. The things you say show that you do but the things you do show that you don’t. I wonder whether I’ve done anything to deserve this hatred. Whether I’ve done anything to deserve everything you do to me. I tell you that I love you and you say you love me too. But are those just words to you? Because that is that the case with me. When I say “I love you”, I’m here to stay. I’m here for good. Through the fights and the rough times, I’m here. It’s not about the way you look but the way you are. The way you live your life. The way you complete mine. But lately, it has not been so. Your behavior towards me has changed. You say things you wouldn’t have if you actually cared. And at times like this, I wonder – do you really care or are you pretending?