Saturday, December 24, 2011

What's the point of life if it only consists of surviving? What's the point of trying when nothing comes of it? 
It's time to go back to the girl I was before I met him. Closed-off, cynical, pessimistic, bitter, tough, slow to reveal my real self to people, and never, never, never letting anyone get too close. I let him get too close and I got burned.  Never again.

1 comment:

  1. "Nil Carborundum Bastardi".

    (Don't let the bastards grind you down).

    It's been my life's motto since age 14. And it's worked well.