..and I’m working on controlling my thoughts and feelings. I think I may be starting to succeed…

What matters…

It’s not who you’ve been or who you’re going to be, it’s who you are that matters…

Hmm…

And sometimes, I just think of how important we used to be to each other, and how much I still love you even though you left. I still miss you; I just don’t hurt from it anymore…

Sometimes…

sometimes, i still think of you

sometimes, i still want you back

sometimes, i still miss you

sometimes, i still want to hold you

sometimes, i still just want to talk to you

sometimes, i still just want to see you

sometimes, i still just want to hear you breathe

sometimes, i still love you…

And I don’t let myself cry anymore

I feel like crying sometimes (not as much as I used too), but I don’t let myself do it. If I cry, I feel like I’m too weak to control myself. I do not want to be sad and crying means sadness. 

If I don’t cry, well then maybe, just maybe, I’m not sad.