I’m barely breathing
With a broken heart
That’s still beating
In the pain
There is healing
In your name
I find meaning
So I’m holding on
I’m barely holding on to you” —Lifehouse “Broken”
“I’m still alive but I’m barely breathing
Just prayed to a god that I don’t believe in.”
the only person who actually can understand what I’m going through lives on the other side of California. Everyone else just laughs at me. I laugh with them so that they don’t have to see me cry.
and how Sawyer felt when Juliet died.
That everytime I try to type in love, it comes out as lost.
Charlie did when he kicked heroin.
Shannon (and I) did when Boone was killed by John Locke.
Sayid did when Shannon was killed by Ana Lucia Cortez.
Juliet did when she found out that Goodwin was dead.
Hurley did when Libby was killed by Michael.
Claire felt when Charlie was killed by Mikail.
Ben felt when Alex was killed by Keamy.
Sun felt when she thought that Jin was dead.
Sayid felt when Nadia was killed.
…you get the jist.
Bottom line: It won’t feel good, pleasant, or happy. It’s like losing someone you love, but knowing when they will die.
I keep telling myself that it will turn out okay. I hope that it’s true.
I don’t care if John Locke doesn’t actually exist. I will find him one day and kill him. It will be slow and painful. He has caused so much destruction and devastation. He doesn’t deserve to live.
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