Crazy_Beautiful202

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When you have been best friends with a person for so long, you start becoming that person.. You start talking like them, you start acting like them, saying the same jokes, and gesturing the same way. I picked up on a lot of Shayla's mannerisms, and noticed all the little things she did and vice versa. We shared our bad experiences, our pet peeves, our clothes, our friends. We'd go on and on about our future and how our weddings would be and what our kids would look like and where we wanted to travel, past boyfriends, future husband's, ect. Our conversations were the best. We shared everything with each other. We were attached at the hip from the moment I moved to this little town and we both loved doing crazy things. Some people go through years of random friendships and never experience as close of a relationship as ours. She opened up her house and family to me and I opened up my family and home to her. She became a sister to me. It's crazy how quickly she was taken from me. She always had my back and was always that one phone call or text away or that walk down the street distance.. And one morning, I wasn't there to protect her, she was gone. I would give anything to go back to that morning and fix it. I lost my best friend and sister. Why did God give me the chance to become close to Shayla again toward the end of her life? I don't know, but I am so grateful that I had the opportunity to know her and share great memories with her. I still remember every little thing about her because, in a way, she is part of me. And I can still picture the car windows rolled down, wind in our hair, belting I want crazy from the top of our lungs on our random road trips we'd take. There isn't one day that goes past without the thought of her crossing my mind.

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I don't need the 4th of every month to know I've gone 20 months without you in my life. I feel your absense everyday.
I feel it when I go shopping, when I eat peanut butter, when I go through macdons drive thru, when I hear Luke Bryan or Hunter Hayes on the radio. I feel it when I read short stories, when I watch scary movies, when I straighten my hair or drive on a random back road. I feel it when I pass my test that I didn't study for, when I drink Dr. Pepper and when I take a swig of our ultimate favorite alcoholic beverage.
So much our our friendship consisted of such small everyday things. It's hard to do much of anything and not think of you and the fact that you're supposed to be here, but you're not.. And I just can't deal with that today.
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I used to think I couldn't go a day without your smile. Without telling you things and hearing your voice.
Then, that day arrived and it was so damn hard but the next was harder. And I knew with a sinking feeling it was going to get worse and I wasn't going to be okay for a very long time. Because losing someone isn't an occasion or an event. It doesn't just happen once. It happens over and over again. I lose her when I pick up our picture in a frame; whenever that one song plays on the radio, or when I discover her sweatshirt that she left in my bedroom. I lose her every time I think about texting her, calling or wanting her. I go to bed at night and lose her, when I wish I could tell her about my day. And in the morning, I begin to lose her all over again.
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I'd love to say that I owe my happiness to my best friend. The person that has always been there for me, the one I can trust with everything. But that person is in a place that isn't even comprehensible. That same person that made my life incredible is also the one one that made it simply unbearable. With no one else to trust she left me to depend on myself to make my life what I want I want it to be. That quality is worth more than anything in this galaxy. I couldn't have thanked her enough for everything she did for me. There will forever be a spot in my heart for her. No one; nothing could ever change that. I love her more than words can explain. Forever and always. No matter what.


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I think what happens too often is that two people just stop talking and each one wants to talk to the other but they're afraid they'll seem clingy or annoying so they just wait silently, thinking that if the other person really misses them they'll talk to them. And each person seems fine to the other, like their life keeps going and they act like things are perfectly normal, so eventually they both just give up because if the other person really wanted/needed them in their life they would have said something but no, this generation can't communicate. .  
 

As bad as it was, as bad as it hurt,
I thank God I didn't get what I thought that I deserved. Sometimes life leads you down a different road when you're holding on to someone that you gotta let go.
Someday you'll see the reason why.
Sometimes, yeah sometimes,
there's good in goodbyes.




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You will get there when you are meant to get there and not one moment sooner. So relax, breathe, and be patient.
 
 



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How do I live without the ones I love?
Time still turns the pages of the book it's burned.
Place and time always on my mind,
And the light you left remains but it's so hard to stay..
When I have so much to say but you're so far away.

I love you, you were ready,
the pain is strong and urges rise.
But I'll see you, when he lets me.
Your pain is gone, your hands untied.

So far away.. And I need you to know..
So far away.. And I need you to, need you to know.


 



 





AND i'LL BE HERE BY THE OCEAN, jUST WAITING FOR PROOF THAT THERE'S SUNSETS AND SILHOUETTE DREAMS.
aLL MY SAND CASTLES FALL LIKE THESE ASHES OF CIGARETTES AND EVERY WAVE DRAGS ME TO SEA.

i COULD STAND HERE FOR HOURS JUST TO ASK gOD THE QUESTION, 
"IS EVERYONE HERE MAKE-BELIEVE?"
WITH A TEAR IN HIS VOICE, HE SAYS, "SON THAT'S THE QUESTION."

dOES THIS DEAFENING SILENCE MEAN NOTHING TO NO ONE BUT ME?






 

I hate having to pretend that I'm fine all the time.
I just want to sit alone and cry. I just want to release my feelings.
It's tiring to put myself together every morning,
just to break again at night. I just want to stay broken,
So I can slowly mend myself. I just need more time.

Grief feels like an ocean, vast and wide and deep. It ebbs and flows throughout the day then rocks me off to sleep. On some days it will rage within, creating waves so high that I can only hold on tight and struggle not to cry. On other days sweet memories will calm the waves I ride, then once again grief's ocean swells and from it I can't hide. I know that I must stay afloat until my time is through, and ride these waves to Heaven's shore where I'll be met by you.  


 


Iphone 6 is coming out and it costs $800.
That motherf*cker better tell me where my dad's been all my life.. & when i'm hungry that b*tch better make me all kinds of food.. 800 f*cking dollars, smh.
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