Quotes added on Saturday, July 19 2014

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"Why do you push people away?" "You need to learn to stop pushing people away." " Why won't you let me in? I care about you"

These three questions, questions like them, phrases, demands like those aer the key to making me want to cut you out of my life.

See for me pushing people away and out of my life is sort of like a mental pattern that I've developed. I can't just stop. See when I was six years old I figured out that if I don't let people get close to me, when they leave, you don't get hurt and if you do look for someone to blame you get to blame yourself. I mentally can not believe that you "care" about me or want to protect me or want to get close to me. Because when I was six years old, the woman who gave birth to me, the one who is supposed to love and care for you no matter what, that woman, abandoned me and my siblings. She kept crying and saying she loved me and cared for me but yet she walked out. Walked out for two years, made a guest appearance for a few months, and fades in and out of my life for the past 10 years. This woman looked me straight in the eyes, could see the heart break and pain she was causing, and yet she chose to leave anyway. Also at this time my dad who "cared for me" "wanted to protect me" did some pretty shady stuff that he should have ended up in jail for. 
Ever since then friends, and family members both have walked into my life and gone out just as quick. I was confused and hurt. And then I realised it was because I let them get close to me, I shared personal things with them. Yet after all of that I still had the heart to believe that maybe one person someday would be different. 
But when you finally get to understand and realize whats actually going on, you realize that everyone does in fact leave. 

So im sorry I'm bracing myself for the impact of the pain thats going to be caused when you leave. I

              Harry found this Witty Profiles account. The boys and I were still on tour. I didn't use this Witty account very much anymore, just to talk to a few fans who found out it was really me. Otherwise, I would just go back and read the old quotes and reminisce over the old days, and smile because my wildest dream had come true. Harry and I had been out for most of the day with the other boys, sight seeing, shopping and just enjoying their time off. Once we got back to our hotel rooms, I put my stuff down and turned to Harry as I said, "I'm gonna take a shower." He kissed my forhead and said, "Take your time, sweetheart." As I went into the bathroom, Harry grabbed my computer and opened it, he knew I wouldn't mind if he used it. The background was a silly selfie of us making weird faces. He easily typed in the password, knowing it by heart, then he proceeded to open Google Chrome so he could check his email. I had Google Chrome set to automatically open to the last viewed page, which happened to be this Witty account. He looked at it, a bit confused, read my bio, then proceeded to read the quotes. He read the imagines, the rants, the list of our similarities, and the random thoughts. He was on page 8 of 15 when I came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, water dripping from my hair. I walked over beside him, to look over his shoulder, then I said, "Oh my gosh..." He looked up at me, I blushed and asked, "How'd you find this?" He simply said, "I opened Chrome and it was just there." I grimmaced slightly, "You didn't read it, did you...." then I looked at the page numbers, "...Oh, you did." He reached out and wrapped one hand around my waist, pulling me down until I was sitting on the edge of the bed next to him, "You're an amazing writer, I can't believe you came up with all these different scenarios. Even more amazingly, you've talked about us as if you really did know us. Everything written in here is exactly like we would say or do it." He kissed my cheek then said, "I love that you had this imagination, this perfect world, but most of all I'm glad it came true for you." I turned to face him, looking into his green eyes, I gently kissed him, then I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against his as I whispered, "I love you. Thank you for making my wildest dream come true." He quietly whispered back, "Thank you for making me happy, I love you more." 

"Why do you listen to that kind of music?"

"It shuts up the voices in my head."

Now we're apart.
Though not through choice.
Do we stay mute?
Or raise our voice?
What is it called when your crush likes you back?
Your imagination!
Time is precious. Waste it wisely.
Why do famous people think that they can only date other famous people? They're limiting their chance to find a soul mate. For Example, Me.
Not all goodbyes are sad. Example: Goodbye, class.

im really sad that Miku's coming to the states and i cant go see her


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