Let go

"Why are you letting your past affect you? Why do you keep crying? Erica, WHY CAN't YOU JUST LET GO. LET GO! LET GO."

There is no reason for me to use this blog anymore. Goodbye, hate.
I am not bitter anymore.

your music

reminds me of a time when I was in a hole. It makes me miss you, even though our little "thing" was for a short time. It makes me want to be with you and comfort you because I know you need it. You need someone like you. i wish it were me sometimes, but i'm glad it's not.

please treat her right

You were a bad influence on tit hair, but because you found someone else to love, I hope you change.

honestly i am still insecure

but not to that greatest extent.
Whenever I hear that tone of voice, I get scared. I get scared that I did something wrong. But I shouldn't be worried, right? But I get scared. I guess that's from my previous experiences. But right now, if I were with you, I know what you would do.
I would turn away from you so you wouldn't have to see my eyes that are filled with worry, filled with tears.
You would tell me to look at you, straight in the eye.
You would caress my face, look into my eyes, and tell me things are fine.
Things are fine.
Everything is fine.

black hole of heart ache

i am stronger now.
i can climb out of the hole by myself.

i it honestly necessary

to keep secrets from me just because you're worried about what i might think?
it isn't necessary and you shouldn't worry about that at all.
i just don't like it when secrets are kept, i guess.
i mean even if it isn't a big thing. they shouldn't be kept anyway, right?
but then again, it's not like i can control you or anything.
do whatever you want.
it just worried me.

And so ends

the bitter-filled posts about you.
The memory of us is nothing but a dove soaring free in the cloudless sea above our heads.