Sayings to live by... Sunday, September 27, 20091
This entry is quick and short... through reading this journal and looking back on the past 6 months, I just remembered sayings I made up for myself to face life and move on...2
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In high school, I went through many relationships, and so many told me they loved me... I believed each person was in true love: until I thought about it a little more deeply:4
"Infatuation is when you think the other is wholly perfect. True love is when you see the others faults, but they only add to the perfection they are in your eyes."5
I just got out of a horrible relationship... I still have nightmares... but anyways:6
"Don't cry over someone who doesn't care if you do."7
And here is one that has recently been revived in my mind (and my favorite as of late); this just can apply to life, especially the little self-made hell I have made for myself currently:8
"Don't get mad at the weather if you saw the storm coming and dared it to rain."9
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And there are a couple little self-made words that I try to add to my mind-vault of ways to survive in this world.
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