“I do not know what you are supposed to do with memories likes these. It feels wrong to want to forget. Perhaps this is why we write these things down, so we can move on.”—Lloyd Jones (via raisons-d-etre)
“Closing your eyes isn’t going to change anything. Nothing’s going to disappear just because you can’t see what’s going on. In fact, things will even be worse the next time you open your eyes. That’s the kind of world we live in. Keep your eyes wide open. Only a coward closes his eyes. Closing your eyes and plugging up your ears won’t make time stand still.”— Haruki Murakami (via black-wolves)
“There are two basic motivating forces: fear and love. When we are afraid, we pull back from life. When we are in love, we open to all that life has to offer with passion, excitement, and acceptance. We need to learn to love ourselves first, in all our glory and our imperfections. If we cannot love ourselves, we cannot fully open to our ability to love others or our potential to create. Evolution and all hopes for a better world rest in the fearlessness and open-hearted vision of people who embrace life.”—John Lennon
I am trying to think. Or more accurately I’m trying to forget you.
Every face I see, no matter how random the link is…it comes back to one of you people. I want you out of my head. I want to scream you out of my memory! Eternal sunshine of my spotless mind!!!!!!!!!!!!
I hate you. What am I so hung up on? Why can’t I let it go now it’s over. I’m getting better. It’ll all be fine. I know I’ll make it fine. I always do. Why then won’t the thoughts of you idiots leave me alone. What lesson is serving me to remember things like that?
I actually hate you. I have a right to hate you. Why isn’t that enough for me? I don’t want to see you, talk to you. Imagine your life…small-talk about mine. I wish I could disconnect. I wish it was a clear-cut solution. I want to be able to tell you but I can’t be heard over the egos. You never fucking listened to me. You never saw me. And I don’t blame you either. I just feel sick. YOU make me sick…that you are a part of me too now. The part that needs to be cut away so that the rest can finally have some sunshine. Forget the fucking blooms. Love does not take root there.