/HEROINE/
Ok. This is it. I have had enough. You are not the guy I want to spend anymore lovable moments with. Those words you said, I will never forget them. Your smile when you talked about her. The same smile you had been giving me. Your eyes full of expectation. I will never forget the look of how you ran down the stairs to catch that girl. You had my heart stop beating, loose my breath. You turned me into this helpless little girl that just could not resist tears and screaming on my way home. You made me feel like you did not care for me in any way. Like I was nobody.
You can try your very best to have me longing for you and make me jealous, and you will probably succeed at first. But I know I am strong enough to put this all behind, I will try my hardest and I will come off. I am not going to wonder why you are acting like a douche bag, not worry about why you have not been answering my text messages or calls. You fucked up every inch of me that day. But I will strike back, I will be my own heroine.
/speechless lalala/
/ben howarrrrd!/
massa kramar!
/imörå/
/DETÄROKATTKÄNNA/
/tillsammans/
I can see it from above. Four broken-hearted girls, young women. Trying their hardest not to
fall to the ground, helpless, lonely. Making an effort to help each other. Being strong for one
another - at the moment. I can nothing but hope, that all their problems will disappear. But
in order for that to happen these four women will have to stop running away. It's time to make
a change. From now on, one of you will have to try even harder to remain in place when
problem's occur. You can do it.
/i can't take no more/
Never thought I would be in this position. Remembering every touch, every single word. How
my heart always raised when I looked into your eyes. Our sharing of cigarettes and serious talk.
Laughter. Kisses. Hugs. Your hands around my body when spooning. Your smell.
For the past seven months, my world has been revolving around you. Even though your world
didn’t seem to have anything to do with me in it during this time, until yesterday. Telling me
that you have to fix things, that you’re not perfect-but you’re willing to try, how you are longing
for my hugs. Ending the conversation with me asking where you are-without an answer. Texted
you this morning, asking if your night had been a bit hazy-no answer.
You have been making my mind go crazy for seven months, still are. With this being the worst
time ever. I want you, I want to try. Me standing here with my hands down, ready to take the
punch. I want to know if you’re willing to try, or if these precious times together for me, have
been nothing but a good way to spend a few hours for you. Let me know, the sooner the better.