:(

Why do you continue to do this to us? You know it hurts us and yet you continue. It is like you don't even care. Yes, we love you but why do you have to be so mean to us? ... there is nothing more I think I want to say

:( <---- thats all I can say.

Why are you doing this?

You were my excuse.

As I was looking at me last post it seems that I was saying I'm in love. But I am not. One of my favorite songs says, "I'm in like with you, not in love with you quite yet." But, I wanted to change those words up a little bit, "I'm not in love with you, not in like with you quite yet." I have spent the past 10 minutes staring at my keys, trying to figure out what I was trying to say. I have figured it out now. I have never liked you I just needed in an excuse and you were it.

Love

I was thinking, while I write so much about heartbreak and confusion ad true love, I never talk about being in love. I realize now that I do not write about because I do not understand it. My cousin told me love is when you want to be with person all the time, you never want to leave their arms, and you always depend on that person. But, I think love is a little more than that. And I think it is because I have had those feelings before I always thought love was hard to fall into that it took time that you would know you loved them. The scary part is that in my heart I always knew that I had that feeling, and I was afraid to admit it. I have always heard and read about teenage girls falling in love, and I would make fun of it, I would say it was impossible. Still, I am afraid to get my heartbroken, even though I have had that feeling before. I have broken my heart, and it hurt. It took time to heal, and many bandages. I still have not removed all of them, every band-aid is a memory, and I do not want to take some of the happy memories off my heart, I do not even think that I will ever take those band-aids off. They are special memories, they lead to my happiness, a place where every time I think about it I just can't help but smile. Laugh at the times we had cry at the sadness things have caused me and smile at the times that will always be special to me.

And you play it Coy, but its kinda cute.

Your my everything. Your the breaths I take, your the love I have, and your the tears that I shed. But, what am I going to do when your gone. Eventually you will be gone. And I wont have my breaths, my love, or my tears. I need you, and even though it does not seem like that at times, I need you. I depend on you, without you I am alone. So, all I can do is enjoy the time we have together. Hopefully, I will not to have my tears though.