I carry a box around with me. Not every day, of course — that would be mad. Instead, it lives in wardrobes and cupboards and attics, always with me, but always out of sight. I should really go through this old junk , I think. Spiders are easy to squash. Scattered photographs, faded faces and laughter consigned to the past, entire novellas written and illustrated by my best friend, congratulatory cards that loved ones took hours to write.
The afterglow of young life well lived, the pretty icing hiding the structure of the cake that holds it up. This icing tastes bittersweet.
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The lip-licking laughs drawn out by kitsch keepsakes are marred by the tang of knowing that this life no longer exists as anything other than a hazy memory, and one that will only get fuzzier with time. At some point it might disappear altogether, and the photos will perplex rather than prompt.
The past is impossible to grasp, impossible to pull back and embrace one last time. This tang stings. But that biting aftertaste is easy to obscure. New memories will be made with these people. New life waits around the corner, tomorrow in a bar or next month on a road trip.
Underneath, however, the cake has turned to dust. I peel away the sugar coating and find them. The forgottens.
When You Break Your Own Heart
Their names and characters are immortalised on the labels of mix tapes and CDs. Doodles and in-jokes that no longer make sense. Caring that was cast aside when the fire of friendship fizzled away. How fast today becomes yesterday! How fast a friend can become a stranger. How cruel that the present we enjoy is condemned to insignificance before it even happens.
To Every Girl Who Keeps Breaking Her Own Heart
And how ironic that the caustic memories we long to forget are the often the easiest to recall. The relationship you have with yourself sets the foundation for every other relationship you have. Insanity is doing the same thing and expecting different results.
- Jack Carty – Break Your Own Heart Lyrics | Genius Lyrics.
- a pictures worth a thousand words;
- The Love That You Want To Hold.
- Ramblings from the Homecoming Queen of Crazy Town.
Stop choosing the same type of person who hurt you. Stop going after someone who is emotionally unavailable.
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Stop going after the player or the bad boy. If your relationships end the same way, look at the people you are choosing. Jealousy will ruin every relationship you have and every relationship you have yet to have. To be jealous means you are insecure.
Learn to appreciate both yourself and what you do have already. We all have that one person we know cares about us. You go back and forth thinking maybe? Sometimes the people who care more about us and we care about too but fail to admit it, could be that person we are looking for.
Leading people on is okay. Games are fun. Kirsten is the author of But Before You Leave , a book of poetry about the experiences we struggle to put into words.
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- Neither Hope Nor Fear.
Do not make it contingent on their acceptance of you or their feelings for you. All that matters is that you are happy with the person you are becoming. All that matters is that you like yourself, that you are proud of what you are putting out into the world. You are in charge of your joy, of your worth. You get to be your own validation. Sign up for the Thought Catalog Weekly and get the best stories from the week to your inbox every Friday. You may unsubscribe at any time.
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