Friend, I love you. Still. It hurts I love you so much. I’m hopeless that we’ll never be together. Again. I crave your attention. And I get it. People say you still like me. But how could you? I might be interesting to talk to.. But that’s all. I’m fat. And guys don’t like fat
Read more →My dearest S, I wish I can pinpoint the exact day when my interest in you as a friend evolved to an interest in you as more. I fell in like almost overnight. What really matters is that I could not stop thinking about you. Then one wonderful night you seemed to have reciprocated the
Read more →So I guess we’re done. I guess it never even started. It was probably just me doing all of the thinking. Every day of training, you were my motivation. Every day of waiting, you were my reward. Did you know I have a special LED pattern on my phone when you text? Did you know
Read more →since we live 300 miles apart, i was hoping we would AT LEAST be able to have a nice phone conversation or video chat, but you’re too busy with other people, doing other things. should i be upset? i don’t even know.
Read more →I’ve always taken pride in the fact that I’ve never been afraid of anything. Not a thing. I’m not afraid of spiders, heights, snakes. Not death and dying. Nothing. That was true until three months ago. Now I’m terrified. I’m so scared; all the time. You say you didn’t break up with me for someone
Read more →I was drunk for the first time last night. I slept with a guy I had just met. We were safe, but I feel terrible about it. It was irresponsible, and I’m sorry you’re not the only guy I’ve been with anymore. But I’m not going to feel sorry for hurting the feelings you’ve told
Read more →I am jealous of you. Only slightly, but enough to notice. Sometimes, I wish I could be you. Have your motivation, character, love, and even – your sadness. I wish I could have your pains. Every tear that leaves my eye has your reflection in it. Goodbye, KT. I love you.
Read more →Baby, if you only knew how sorry I was, you wouldn’t be with him. I hated myself so much after I did it, and I hate myself even more now that you’re with him. After I did it, I wanted to throw myself out of a plane. I wanted to run into an open field
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