When Love Makes You Miserable

For a few months I was in love with somebody. I'm not sure why, or if I was really in love with that person, or if he was even the person I thought he was. Now that I've stepped back from this situation, I realize that I didn't know him at all. He didn't want me to know him.

He played games, he kept me at arm's length at all times, and he had never stopped loving his ex. Needless to say, I was miserable. I had so much love to give, and yet he wasn't the one to give it to. He didn't deserve it anyway.

The last time I saw him, he mistreated me, and it broke my heart, because I had always been so good to him when he was at his lowest point. Sometimes loving somebody hurts, and I stopped loving him to finally make the pain go away. And it did.

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I'm Back, Bitches

Yikes, it's been a while since I've posted. The last four months have been anything but enjoyable for me. I got caught up in a bad situation involving a guy I really liked, and I will definitely write about it soon. I'm out of it now and stronger than ever. I'm going to chalk it up to another learning experience. I should've known better, and I should've never got involved knowing the situation, but I did. Sometimes you can't see the forest through the trees.

Anyway I'm glad to be back, and I promise to start posting more. I have a lot to say. These past few months have taught me some very hard lessons. It's a new day, and I'm feeling good: out of the darkness and into the light.