Throughout life nothing I ever wish would've happened, ever happens. Boys are always hurting me, or using me. I get told they love me and then go and stab me in the back. I once wrote that love resembled a battlefield, but in truth it is a battlefield. There is no armor to protect your heart. You just put yourself on the line and hope not to be shot down. I always seem to get shot down and beaten in my last dying breath as again I'm put on hold. Heartache is all I'll ever know it seems. I don't let them know that they have hurt me, but somehow it still seems to show.
September 22, 2009