I wanna start by letting you know this, I didn't give up, I moved on. And you cant imagine how much it hurts. I realize that you know you really love someone when you can't hate them for anything, even for breaking your heart.
Well It hurts when you want someone you can't have but believe me It hurts even more when you've lost someone you've once had. And one of the hardest things I've past this last time was seeing you treated me like a peace of paper, then through me away, then came back and hug me, in secret, so you don't have to talk to me later, god I'll pay anything to make you feel just half of the hell I've feel the last monts.. I still can't believe I let this shit happened.
And I've learn that we just have to accept the fact that some people are going to stay in our hearts, even if we don't want to and even if they don't stay in our lives, stupid as it sounds, and I've also learn that no one it's irreplaceable as I thought you were.
And a little last thing.. When some people 'moved on' on someone, it's not because they don't care anymore, it's just because they are tired of feeling like hell or because they realize that the other person just don't gives a shit. And sometimes.. both of them.

Love, Scars.

A kind psychotic

Siempre vuelve este sentimiento de vacío.. no importa lo q haga, no importa lo q pase, siento q no valgo una mierda y me gustaría terminar con todo.

Quiero llorar, tengo la maldita necesidad de atravesar este disfraz para ver si todavía siento.
Despreciable, hacía mucho q no me sentía asi conmigo misma, no me puedo mirar, dios, es tan feo odiarse de esta forma, me dan ganas de.. romper todo..

Que complicado q es lidiar con todo esto, tengo un nudo en la garganta y hago fuerza para no seguir llorando, es triste y es patético. Siento q se me pasa la vida y no estoy disfrutando nada.