tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53328576230085938882009-02-20T16:04:33.515-08:00My life open for you to see and know what it is like to be me, to have loved and lost, and everything in between. Please feel free to share what ever is on your mind, beause I am going to.lost in pittsburghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00170351687698521159noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332857623008593888.post-56786072865918427722008-02-28T16:22:00.000-08:002008-02-28T16:25:16.471-08:00I know this sounds imature and stupid, but I have to say that my heart is broken and I feel so awful and alone. I have lost the spark that keeps me going, I miss the smell of her hair, the smile and laugh, but most of all I miss everything about her. I see darkness with no more left in me to fight for.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332857623008593888-5678607286591842772?l=wvelemir.blogspot.com'/></div>lost in pittsburghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00170351687698521159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332857623008593888.post-64182290198617355962008-02-25T15:57:00.001-08:002008-02-25T16:07:55.758-08:00This day is one of the most tragic in my life, it was my girls b day, and her friends who are great planned a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">surprise</span> dinner party for her, nice thing to do , all was well until the night came to an end when we began to talk then argue about something that I cannot remember. We broke up and she said the most vicious and cruel things too me. I was not good enough for her, and I did not dress well enough, and she was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">embarrassed</span> to take me places for that. I am a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">professional</span> that wears a shirt and tie for 55-60 hrs a week, when I don't have to wear one I wear comfy clothes, jeans, sweater just to name a few. I had not been in a serious relationship for a long time and she was the one, I could see the future in her eyes, now all I have left is the pieces of myself to pick up, the thoughts that race through my head are scary and dark, I feel trapped and afraid. I lost a big part of myself that day and I think she could care less, after all she got a 50 inch flat screen for a gift and she refused to give it back, but a gift is a gift so she can have it. This day is one that still <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">paralyses</span> me and makes me wonder if all <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">this</span> is worth it and if I should just eat a gun, but I am strong and I will not do that..... but if I do it is my fault, and well that is that.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5332857623008593888-6418229019861735596?l=wvelemir.blogspot.com'/></div>lost in pittsburghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00170351687698521159noreply@blogger.com0