"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead"

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Why do I still love him? I thought I was over him. I really did. Seeing his face today just brought up so many memories and feelings. I thought he was different. I never saw the heartbreak coming from him. He was the one. I screwed up. But I can't keep blaming myself for it all. He was my first love. I can't handle being "just friends." I'm not strong enough. I can't even think. I find trouble trying to move without him by my side. Do I want him to be happy? Of course. But why can't I find happiness without him? I can't see myself living without him. Not that I'm going to commit suicide or anything stupid like that- but I don't picture my future with anyone else. I just want him back. I need him to see how much I love him. I think he's blind. It's killing me. I don't know how much more I can take. I'm breaking down. How does he still have a hold of my life? Not a day goes by I don't think of him. He broke my heart, I'm so sick of crying to sleep. I'm sick of looking in the mirror and missing part of me. I can't even draw anymore. I miss drawing, but I can't bring myself to do it. How do you express such depression? How do you express your love for someone who can't love you back? What am I supposed to do? He still has whatever is left of my heart. I've tried for so long to just get him to give me a second chance. I'd give him one if he did what I did. Is that not the only thing I ever screwed up with? I trusted him. I gave him my all. He was all I ever wanted. I thought we were perfect. I guess I'm wrong with a lot of things. How could he kiss her and not tell me? How could he repeat the same thing Rick did with Tia? He knew my past, knew about all of that. How could he do that? How does he move on so quickly and why can't I just let go? What is it about him that I can't get over? I miss waking up to his face and being warm in his arms. I miss knowing I had someone that would support me no matter what. I miss his family values and plans for the future. I miss the stability. I miss him. I understand I'm supposed to serve a penance for the wrong I've done in life, but when does the suffering stop and the rain clear so I can get on with my life? I never cheated on him- why am I being treated like I did? He broke up with me, never told me we were "on a break." What does that even mean? Either you're together or you're not, there's no middle ground. He made me feel so beautiful, meaningful when we were together. Why did he have to take that away and make me feel like a monster? Why can't I just let it go? Why am I still in love with him? Why can't he just see that? Why can't he just give me a chance? I gave him a fair one when we started dating. He never gave me a fair chance- he was never over his ex from middle school. I would give up anything just for a fair chance with him. He hurt me just as much as the man who raped me, but I don't think he meant to. I hope he didn't. If I'm willing to forgive him for that, why can't he just talk to me like a human being. Am I really that much of a monster? Why can't I just let go?

You had my heart inside of your hands and you played it to the beat

I'm currently on a huge Adele kick. I haven't listened to her in ages but her song "rolling in the deep" came on the radio the other day and ever since I'm hooked on her again. This song fits me perfectly. It's exactly how I feel about every single relationship I've fallen into in the last few years. I'm sick of falling. I build walls and tear them down on a regular basis. It's so hard to get into me because of them. My heart is becoming a fortress. I'm not sure if I like it or not. I mean it keeps me from getting hurt but I see the pain it causes everyone around me. I don't mean to be closed off and distant. It's just how I am. My mom's in the hospital again. She was there for about 4-5 days last week and she went back in last night. It breaks my heart seeing her in such pain. I'm so afraid I'll lose her. Though, I feel like I already have... We're not the same we used to be. She's chosen people over me so many times before that I fear to let her in again. The biggest heart break I have suffered is losing my relationship with my own mother. I don't think she sees it- the pain I go through watching her suffer and not being able to help her. I'd do anything for that woman, but I'm so lost right now as to what I can do. Her Multiple Sclerosis has taken over both of our lives. It's taken a toll on our relationship, it's taken away her freedom. As a child I watched her go through college and become what she wanted to be, only for it all to be taken away from her within a decade. I don't know what else I can do. She refuses to accept my help around the house, doesn't want to admit that she can't do everything anymore. I know everyone goes through the change in their life of being the caretaker to the one cared for. I wish she'd just accept that life is changing all around her and maybe it's time to let me in; let me help. I wish there was a map of what I'm supposed to do. </3

"Broke up, and I'm relieved somehow, It's the end of the discussions that just go round and round"

So I think I've finally figured out the steps of my relationships:

1. I "fall in love" and throw myself into what comes my way. I feel like that person is my world.
2. I realize I'm not truly in love with the person, more like lust. Because of this, I push them away.
3. We break up and I withdraw from everyone.
4. I begin to hate the person.
5. I become promiscuous.
6. After sleeping with someone new, I realize that maybe I really was "in love" and I beat myself up for sleeping with the new person.
7. I feel like a horrible person and go on a self destructive rampage.
8. I eventually start to become "ok" and accept that even though I've been hurt, the good times were worth it all after all.
9. I meet the next contestant in this savage cycle.

I need to learn to not be a runner, that when things get tough that I need to stick it through. I'm sick of this cycle. I really am.

Illegitimi non carborundum.

I'm so sick of this feeling. I can't quite describe it. My life would probably be a lot easier if I could put words to it. I hate when I go through a break up and in the end I get something along the lines of "you're just another number" and it kills me. How can one person go from being your world to just another lay? I'll never understand. Just when I finally get through it and begin to feel like myself again, they somehow find a way to contact me with something similar to "you're the best I ever had. I screwed up. I'm so sorry." I wish I could go through life and close myself off to the outside world but that's just not me. I connect with everyone, even if it's just for a split second, I do. It doesn't mean I'm in love with them or anything, just that when we share something as minuscule as a glance, we're connected. When I meet someone new-friend or lover-I always give them a fair chance to prove they're worth a place in my heart. I don't let past experiences get in the way and maybe that's a problem. It doesn't make me weak, just vulnerable. I feel like whenever I lose someone, I lose a part of me. That connection dissolves leaving me alone again. I'm sick of being alone, but I'm afraid to let anyone else in at this point. I'm stuck here and lost. Am I wrong for feeling this way? I'm afraid to die alone, but I also don't want to be with someone and miserable. I just want to meet someone who can be honest and love me for me. Even though I'm missing quite a few parts of me since I've lost a few people in my life, I still want that person. I long for it. My heart aches. It's not broken, just bruised. I'm not broken, I'm in repair. I'm struggling to find myself in this world and my place within it. I don't want to work at a gas station for ever. I don't want to live at home and care for my disabled parents forever. I want to go out there and do something with my life. I just want to be happy and make something of myself. I'm such a smart person, I know I am. I know I can do it, but I don't know how to even start at this point.

A towel is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have.

It's been oh such a long time since I last wrote on here. I don't know why. I claim I don't have the time to do so but yet I waste countless hours playing robot unicorn attack or angry birds on my phone or sit on facebook having meaningless conversations filled with "lol" and "brb" when in that time I could be doing something useful like letting my words flow. I guess I don't have the motivation anymore? Well it's not really that either. I like love writing. I think about getting on here almost regularly, I just let the world get to me and lose sight of things sometimes. I feel like I owe my sketch pad a drawing or two these days also. I don't know what's gotten into me ever since the break up. Oh yeah, I should add this now- Eric and I broke up almost two months ago. So yeah... I don't know. Life's just weird I guess. Like I had the "man" I thought I'd spend the rest of my life with, I thought I had fallen in love. Turns out the 21 year old college graduate wasn't sure what he wanted in life and wasn't over his girlfriend from middle school. I realize now that after 6 months of dating him that everything was based on a lie. Almost nothing from him ever was the complete truth. I know now that he wasn't worth the time and has a lot of growing up to do. I just wish he was honest from the beginning like I was to him. I don't think I could ever trust him again, even in a friends only way. I cut him out of my life about a month ago. I'm going through too much to deal with his childish ways. Anyways, I guess we should move off of this topic seeing as I could go on and on and on about it.