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“Sometimes we lie because it’s easier than telling the truth. Sometimes we lie because we need to forget. Sometimes we lie because you don’t want to tell her she looks fat in those jeans. Sometimes we lie because fantasy is better than reality. Sometimes we lie because it’s too painful to tell the truth. Sometimes we lie because we think it’s the truth. Sometimes we lie because it’s faster to do so. Sometimes we lie because you need to get out of something. Sometimes we lie because life can’t wait. Sometimes we lie because pain is not an option. Sometimes we lie because there is nothing better to do. Sometimes we lie because we need to turn attention away from ourselves. Sometimes we lie because we don’t know what else to do. Sometimes we lie because we don’t want to tell children there isn’t a Santa Claus. Sometimes we lie because it gives us a laugh. Sometimes we lie because sarcasm gives emphasis. Sometimes we lie because we need to prove a point. Sometimes we lie because everyone needs a break once in a while. Sometimes we lie because an alibi is needed. Sometimes we lie because a surprise is being planned. Sometimes we lie because we could lose money. Sometimes we lie because we want to keep a friend. Sometimes we lie because we are instructed to. Sometimes we lie because money is offered. Sometimes we lie because revenge is sweet. Sometimes we lie because we would like to hurt someone emotionally. Sometimes we lie because agreeing is easier than debating. Sometimes we lie because we are scared. And rarely do we ever tell the truth.”

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“Talk to me. Not just the usual conversation on how your day went or what you ate for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Talk to me on the thoughts you have about stars, or why and what you think about your favorite song’s lyrics. I wanna have a real, deep and connecting conversation until we both just fall asleep into each others arms.”

— Thoughts at 12:04am. ▪▫ (via lettersfrommyhead)

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“I do believe there is someone out there for all of us. That we can actually connect to without even realizing it. Sad thing is, it takes time. It takes time to really know if that connection will be a long or short term one. Maybe everything really is temporary.”

— Thoughts at 3:43pm. ▪▫ (via lettersfrommyhead)

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#quote #soulmate #time

“Superficial. Things between you and me are obviously just infatuation.”

— Thoughts at 10:05pm. ▪▫ (via lettersfrommyhead)

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▪▫Dear Who I Hurt Months Ago,

lettersfrommyhead:

You messaged me a few minutes ago and it caught me off guard. It was so out of the blue. How are you? I’ve been stalking you on Facebook since you added me again as your friend because you unfriended me months ago after what had happened to us. Well, first off, there was really never an “us” and that’s a true story. Yet, there was really something, though. Or was there? Or was it just me? Or was it you? Or was it us not on the right path? These questions running in my head when I unexpectedly think of you, and *bites apple* yes, I think it was me. It was me all along.
I reread your messages from months ago, and I realized it was me. I pushed you away because of my selfishness. I pushed you away because maybe at the time, I maybe liking another person I just met. I pushed you away because maybe I wasn’t at all sure about my feelings for you. I pushed you away because maybe…maybe I was scared. Scared to fight for you. Scared that “we” won’t work in the future. All maybe’s, all fears, and yes, all full of shit.
And now, you are with someone else. Yes, I know because I’ve been checking you out on your Facebook. Part of me is very happy for you and part of me…well, of course it hurts. Thinking of what if that girl beside you in your photos was me? Thinking if I didn’t pushed you away, we would have met yesterday in the kareoke bar with your friends or maybe today having lunch together in the city and I would be meeting up with your dad again. Maybe things would not have changed. Maybe things were better.
However, I did make the change because I did chose this path. Selfish, right? But if I didn’t choose this, you would not be with the girl you fell in love with. And looking at your photos with her, you are happy and that makes me happy for you. Genuinely and seriously happy for you. I guess in all hurtful decisions you make, something good will come across it all.

Until we meet again,
I’m Sorry I Hurt You. ▪▫

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