they are only scars that i bear across my body. dark ones, faded ones, they are only scars. they are only scars that remind me of you. beating me down into the ground was not the way to tell me that you didn't want me talking to that guy. turning my left cheek red and purple was not the way to tell me that my outfit was too provocative. none of these were ways to say that you love me. when you left i was thrilled. i didn't have to live in fear of you anymore.but you came back and i had a new life. a life without you. i had a new boyfriend that treated me right and really loved me. you didn't like that. so you attacked my friends, you stalked me, and you told me boyfriend he was better off dead because there was nothing that was coming in between him and me. my boyfriend couldn't handle it, he left me. because of you, i'm all alone. you put one of my friends in the hospital. why? why did you have to come after me like that? you knew i didn't love you. so these scars that i bear, they remind me of you. are happy you've made a lasting impression on me?

what are you supposed to do when the one guy that you love doesn't love you back? i didn't even want to fall in love with him. i tried and tried, but i just kept falling for him. he knew i cared about him and i knew he cared for me. i decided i couldn't continue carrying on without him knowing my true feelings, so i told him. i told him plainly, i don't know how, but i do know that i love you. he quit talking to me after that. it hurts sooo much. what are you supposed to do when you give your mind, body, and soul and he just walks away? am i supposed to act like it never happened? how am i supposed to heal?

"it hurts sometimes ... more than we can bear. if we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. but we would be hollow ... empty rooms, shattered and dank ... without passion, we'd be truely dead." - someone cool said that passion is what runs through our veins, its what keeps us living. without passion, we're lifeless. without passion, we have nothing to live for. you are denying yourself if you say you aren't a slave to passion. whether we want to or not, we are. passion misguides us, it lies to us, it hurts us. but we thrive on it. forgive me, just random thoughts.