I don’t have any sleeping problem. I have no worries, no fears, nothing just my self. But when I met a couple this morning laughing together, holding their hands tightly and looking thru each other’s eyes it is harder for me to sleep now. Maybe they are right. I thought I’m better off alone. Maybe it would be nicer to spend your time with someone that you love, someone that means something to you. Maybe I will try it, not for now but soon, soon enough when I have found someone to share my life with.

I never used to be jealous then I liked you. Now, I’m jealous if just about every girl that you talk to, smile at or even wave at all because in those seconds when you kook at her eyes, I wasn’t on your mind.

What’s the difference between I moved on and I forgot you already? Want to know? When you say I forgot you already, you totally accept the fact that the person is not already a part of you but when you say I moved on, you just learned you live without that person.

You told me that I was just another face in the crowd so I told you that you were just another jerk up the street. Maybe it was my fault to interrupt your words because while you were walking away u heard you murmur, “ another face in the crowd that managed to take my breath away” while I found myself saying, “another jerk up the street that I’d die to live next to.”

People are destined for one another. That’s the romantic idea that young girls have and I guess part of me still believes it.

Sand taught me one thing, “you cant hold too many things no matter what you do to make them stay and no matter how much they want to stay, the wind always blow them away. So learn to let go and choose carefully which you want to stay because like the sand only those which are in the center of your palm will last.”

Great girls talk about ideas. Average girls talk about random things. Insecure girls talk about other girls. Jealous girls always die trying to be the center of attention. But us, pretty girls? We never talk. We just smile, flip our hair and everyone notices us.

You know what hurts? It’s when someone made you feel special yesterday but made you feel that you’re the most stupid person today.

Every once in a while an unbelievable sadness comes over me and breaks my heart all over again and it’s not because of the way things are but because of the way they could have been.

These days it’s about the brand of clothes you wear, the type of people you hang out with, the boy you date, the house you live in, the car you drive. It’s about the classes you take, the music you listen to, the cell phone you talk into. It’s not about the type of life you live, the confidence you carry, or the kind of heart you have.