lets start over

this love is killin me
but you're the only one.
let's start over.

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it's hard to go back to sleep when my dreams are constantly reminding me of the things i need but can't achieve. it's bad enough to feel like your failing yourself but to fail everyone else is heartbreaking.

looking at this screen is heartbreaking.

time without you moves impossibly slow and breathtakingly fast at the same time. life goes on, i learned that years ago. the stabbing pain eventually numbs, your appetite returns. but every stab you take from someone else only remagnifies the first, only reminds you that despite everything positive that has happened since, you are not safe. you must look out for yourself and your happiness before someone else has an advantage and rips it from you. 'it's never enough.'

an old player will still be good, but never play like he did in his prime. he becomes expendable even when he's brought his team championships, because there are constantly fresh guys who eventually outshine this old star. if he has enough respect for his career he might retire THEN and move on to commentating or coaching, but a lot of times you have these old guys... trying to re live their glory years so they get themselves traded to a new team, with one goal in mind; win games. but a lot of times these players have no allegence to their new team, often because within a matter of months they're being traded to another team anyway, value constantly diminishing with every failed attempt to play somewhere else "just for the love of the game." and every release hurts just as much if not more than the original, not because he won championships, but because it means that his first team was right about him, nobody wants someone who is all used up.

'love is never enough.'




cuando todo lo que quiero en mi vida es alguien à comprendre mon bonheur, la peur et la douleur. someone to make me whole again.