I'm Ready. I’m ready to move on. I’ve realized that you should not have control of my feelings and emotions any longer. I know you don’t care about me, but trying to move on from this situation has been one of the hardest things I’ve had to do. But now it’s time for me to go back to the girl I used to be before you came into my life. I want to laugh again and smile and just love life. I’m not going to let myself miss you or want you or need you. It’s time I do what’s best for myself again. I can finally say that I am ready to move on.

Please just read this. I know a lot of your are heartbroken over some stupid guy who broke your heart. And everyone’s like “he’s not worth it” and “you can do better” and “stop crying over him” and “he’s not worth your tears”. And when you hear this, you’re just like “he IS worth it” “i loved him” “i still love him” “i’ll never be able to move on” “no one will ever treat me like he did”. We’re pretty much all in the same boat here. For the past who knows how long now, there’s this guy who i’ve refused to see as anything but perfect. no matter what he’s done, i’ve always forgave him. it’s been months and i still can’t get over him. and i know as you’re reading this, you’re like “i can relate to that”. I know getting over him isn’t going to be easy, and at times, it may not be fun. but one day, you will be over him (and don’t you dare say you won’t be. i’ll come back to you in a few years and see how you feel then), and that day when you’re over him, you’ll look back and wonder what took you so long to move on in the first place. for the most part, you guys are teens/in your twenties. you still have your whole lives ahead of you. and i know it may be hard to wake up some days, knowing that you’ll have to see him today and knowing that he’s moved on, but take this as a chance to show him how much happier you are without him, even if you’re not. because one day, you will be happier without him. but until then, don’t forget a few things. don’t forget to laugh with your friends. i know a lot of times it may be hard to go out and be happy and have a good time, but at least try. have girls nights. go out and party (but not too hard). don’t lose your normal/daily routine because if you stop occupying your time and mind, you’ll be stuck on him. don’t be afraid to cry. i know people are always saying that a guy who left you isn’t worth crying about, but honestly, if you don’t cry when you need to, you’re just going to keep your feelings inside and as long as those feelings are stuck inside, you can’t move on. i know it may be hard to talk to you friends when they’re so happy or are in relationships or they just don’t understand, but talk to somebody. if you can’t find friends/family to talk to, come talk to someone on tumblr. it doesn’t have to be me, but it can be. just find someone who’s willing to listen. because somewhere out there, there is someone who’s been through or going through similar circumstances as you. and talking about it really helps. and if you don’t wanna talk about it, write about it. keep a diary (online or an actual written on, a private tumblr, etc.). just get your feelings out. and MOST IMPORTANTLY, don’t hurt yourself. i know i said crying was okay, but self-harm is NEVER okay. it may feel like the only way out, but it’s not. you may say that you’ll only do it once, but no one ever does it once. so just don’t start. please? i know this has been a lot to read and if you got through all of it, kudos to you. i wrote this to help you guys get over and broken hearts you might have, but i also wrote it to get over my broken heart, because it’s been way too fucking long.

Esto lo escribi hace 1 año y medio..y aun siento exactamente lo mismo y aun mil cosas mas por ti...le pido a Dios que tu sientas lo mismo x mi <3

Desde que te conoci mi vida cambio rotundamente como de otoño se pasa a primavera, como el sol se lleva la noche..asi tu amor se ha llevado mis tristezas Desde que te conoci aprendi que la distancia, es una simple palabra.....que se puede estar presente aunque los kilometros esten en contra nuestra Me enseñaste que se puede demostrar el cariño aunque no estes presente fisicamente, con una simple llamada, con tu bello cariño, me llenaste de amor, estando a kilometros de mi. Contigo todo es diferente, todo es lindo, tierno y el dolor que vivi con tu amor se ha ido borrando. Cuando escucho tu voz, mi mundo cambia...mi rostro cambia...mi YO revive...es lindo soñar a tu lado, es lindo pensar que todo ha cambiado y creer que siempre sera primavera y ya no habran mas inviernos. Me encanta como eres y cada instante que te conozco me alegro mas de haberte conocido, de tenerte en mi vida....de ser quien te quiere.. Espero algun dia, a tu lado poder llegar a estar, ahora que te tengo en mi vida, es simplemente esperar..dejar que tiempo confirme..lo que nuestras almas sienten, lo que nuestros corazones palpitan y que Dios confirme que este amor sera para siempre...te amo Diego

Siempre que olvido algo al salir de casa, siento que mi angel de la guarda esta actuando. Esta haciendo que me retrace unos cuantos segundos y ese corto tiempo puede significar cosas muy importantes. Puede librarme de un accidente o hacer que encuentre a alguien a quien necesitaba.. Por eso despues de recoger lo que olvide siempre me siento y cuento hasta veinte, asi el angel tiene tiempo para actuar. Paulo Coelho

Los angeles son amor en movimiento. Que nunca se detiene que lucha por crecer, que esta mas alla del bien y del mal. El amor que todo lo devora, que todo lo destruye y que todo lo perdona. Los angeles estan hechos de ese tipo de amor y al mismo tiempo son sus mensajeros.

The first thing that reading teaches us is how to be alone.

It was one of those times you feel a sense of loss, even though you didn’t have something in the first place. I guess that’s what disappointment is — a sense of loss for something you never had.

Because being scared doesn’t help you. Reality is uglier and harsher than anything we like to admit to ourselves, and yet it’s pointless to be scared since your fear will not protect you. Fear is only useful if it alerts you of a danger you can avoid, but if there’s no possible way to avoid it, if it’s inevitable that it’ll crush you no matter how hard you fight, then what’s the point of being afraid? If you have no hope of survival, what’s left to be afraid of?

What happens when you let an unsatisfactory present go on long enough? It becomes your entire history.

There came a point in my life where there was no one I wanted to talk to or hear from. No one trustworthy but the silent sky.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: We all want everything to be okay. We don’t even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.

But while she looked like a butterfly, clinging to a blade of grass, and just about to open its rainbow wings for fresh flight, her heart ached with horrible despair.

At a certain point, I just have to try not to think too much about certain things, or else they’ll break my heart.

I go through phases. Somedays I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then somedays, I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.

But there are forces that don’t let you turn back and undo things, because to do so would be to deny what is already in motion, to unwrite and erase passages, to shorten the arc of a story you don’t own.

They simply never understand, do they, that sometimes solitude is one of the most beautiful things on earth?

Loving to read means you sometimes like to turn your head off.

I always had the deepest affection for people who carried sublime tears in their silences.

The less I needed, the better I felt.

I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of ‘thinking’ and ‘enjoying’ what they call ‘living’, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.

This is an important lesson to remember when you’re having a bad day, a bad month, or a shitty year. Things will change: you won’t feel this way forever. And anyway, sometimes the hardest lessons to learn are the ones your soul needs most. I believe you can’t feel real joy unless you’ve felt heartache. You can’t have a sense of victory unless you know what it means to fail. You can’t know what it’s like to feel holy until you know what it’s like to feel really evil. And you can’t be birthed again until you’ve died.

I have always been a reader; I have read at every stage of my life, and there has never been a time when reading was not my greatest joy.

Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your own presence rather than of the absence of others. Because solitude is an achievement.

The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.

I realise there’s something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they’re experts at letting things go.

Reading was my escape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it, for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author’s words reverberating in your head.

Just because you can’t see the wound doesn’t mean it isn’t hurting.

Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. An intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you’ll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.

People inspire you, or they drain you — pick them wisely.

Hope was there and laughed me out of sadness, Whispering, ‘Winter will not linger long.’

Eres la persona que mas he querido en mi vida..pero tambien la que mas dolor me ha causado en tan poco tiempo… Hoy decidi dejarte ir, dejar ir tus migajas de amor y darme el lugar que merezco…puede ser que por un tiempo me sienta sola, triste y sin esperanza..pero tambien se que Dios es fiel y que de la misma manera que me levanto una vez hace 7 meses lo hara hoy! Te amo con todo mi ser, pero no puedo seguir dañandome a mi misma, no puedo seguir llorando cada noche al dormir, revisando mi cellular a ver si te acordaste de mi. Ya no puedo dañar mi alma ni un Segundo mas, porque me estas matando con tu frialdad y indiferencia. Estare sola, pero al menos no en dolor! Ya no quiero lagrimas, ya no quiero falsas esperanzas..!! ya no quiero mas dolor!..Te amo pero te dejo ir Diego Rivera… sabes donde estoy…sabes cuanto vale mi amor…si algun dia decides luchar por mi..aca estare…pero no esperes que espere por ti toda mi vida,..porque ya te di mas de lo que pense poder humanamente dar! Te dejo ir!!!