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I was just reading a friends journal, and she had said something about me about to have my baby... Its just so weird to think at one point I was pregnant. I mean, I remember it... And I defanatly have the proof from strechmarks, but it just seems like it was in another lifetime. And now, I have Jaiden. And he is absolutly perfect. We have had our bad days, I admite. But there is nothing in this world that will make me not love him. I don't know what it wrong with me right now. I just feel like crying. The love I have for Jaiden is so overwhelming at times. Yesterday Steve and I got in an argument, he left, and I just held Jaiden, crying, and telling him how sorry I was for bringing him into such a hard world, full of fighting, and crying, broken hearts and tears. I feel so selfish for wanting to bring him into the world with the war, and hate. I wish I could protect him from all of the hurt and pain he will face in his days. I want to keep him from his first heartacke, his first scraped knee. But I also want him to experience love... And for him to know love, he has to know hate. Maybe... No, nevermind. Brittnie
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Sometimes......
I wonder if I am going to feel like this my whole life.
I wonder if I will ever find someone who will love me, completly and real.
I wonder if I am always going to be the one who gets broken-hearted, the one who crys themself to sleep.
I wonder how many nights I will have to cry myself to sleep before enoughs enough.
Doesn't "he" see that I am hurting, or is it that "he" just doesn't care?
I just can't get over what he did. I spend my time obsessing about these girls. Thinking about what they have that I don't.
I wonder how the whole world still goes on, when people hurt this bad.
"HE" has ruined every bit of me that was good. He has shattered every dream I have had. Made me feel useless, and not worth it.
All I have ever wanted was to be loved... Really loved. To know that whoever he is, would be just be there for me, to hold me, to comfort me, to protect me.
I want to remember what it feels like to go to bed looking forward to waking up next to somebody, somebody that has me in there eyes, in there heart, in every step they take. Maybe thats to much to ask. But nobody has ever loved me that way...
GOD I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED....
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