But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs.
How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't,
the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave.

And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future.
Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on.

Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment
you never gave up hope.

- Gigi, He's just not that into you
(courtesy of bel)

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how very much true.
even gossipgirl waned me down.
to a point when being sober seemed less of a want than a need.
of chocolate milk and cigarettes, i might just turn to one of them for release.
it'll take me time to completely relish this turn of events,
and prepare myself for the worst.

to think that i had this complete list of events,
of which i gave up for.
in my mind, i planned and created so many cloud castles,
now i gotta salt it and let it fall as rain.


do you know that being married adds three years to your calculated life expectancy?
well then obviously i dont have much years to go.

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