The problem lies on the fact that in movies love is so easy. Tremendously, beautifully, happily easy to deal with. To love, to fall in love, to flirt, to feel passionate about someone. Everything is so "In the end it all goes away, in the end it all goes perfectly well", while on reality things in the end things just end. Reality can go a bit messier than we are taught in the movies since things tend to get much more complicated. Minimal problems tend to get in the way of what would be expected to become a beautiful, beautiful love story.
Maybe it is my short and not that pleasant experience talking here but somehow things simply don't turn out to be as good as predicted. Most likely you are the problem and they, your partner, the person you are somehow involved with, equally pays his or her contribution into feeding the problem into becoming a major, deal-breaker issue. As things progress to a more complicated time in any relationship, instead of feeling the comfort or satisfaction of having someone to lean on, you feel frustration and guilt mixed with sadness and desire to reset it all to a point in which there was only possibility to make it better and unique this time.
And once again you got let down again by someone you learnt to put your trust on.
I know, this is not exactly the positive perspective you'd expect me to have about love but it is the conclusion I can draw from my own experience. Maybe I am not meant for big relationships or big love stories. Maybe I am meant for small things and small feelings and the fact I haven't found IT yet is because I keep expecting the wrong things and thereby looking and finding the wrong people. The sooner I accept that not all love is disney designed bor Nicholas Sparks pictured, the sooner I'll accept my own destiny with it.
Cutting all the crap here, just for a moment. I am feeling incredibly frustrated and I feel like it is all my fault. I am just a really silly girl who keeps falling for all the wrong people for some stupid stupid reason. And somehow I manage to keep doing it all wrong, over and over again; one bad thing topped by an even worst thing. It all kind of adds to my sadness and to feel this way about myself. To feel as if I am not worthy of their love; as if I am not attractive enough nor interesting or at any way enough for them...
Anyway, we are almost in the NEW YEAR and I can't stop thinking about all the things I have managed to experience this year and all the things I wish I could have done better.
But above I regret not having fulfilled my Resolutions and hope to manage to do it better next year.
Time really flies.
I am 20 and we're almost in 2014!
Love always,
Tommy
PS. I am not depressed. I am actually happy to be home and I had a really nice Christmas back home and that is what matters, right? :)
"Façam o Favor de Ser Felizes" - Raul Solnado