This is my second blog, a more private one. A blog that no one in my real life knows. This is a place where I can just be me and write whatever is in my head. Mostly going to be made up of text posts, and maybe a picture here and there.
It is funny though life we grow used to things. Nothing really surprises us anymore in our lives the older we get, and this makes time seem to go by so much faster. But it is the sad things that we grow used to in life that make things so much worse. When you grow used to the pain of cutting. Or when you get used to being used. I have gotten used so many times and I am really starting to notice this now. It wasn’t till I was told today that I was being used that I felt even a bit of pain from it. I felt a little pain in my heart when I heard that. So many times before this… yet I seem to not be used to it yet….. maybe it was just this one time. Maybe cause I believed their words and thought they cared but really they were just using me… It just adds to things sucking.