Only Jane Austen knows how I feel. In Pride and Prejudice she wrote, “In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” So my translation of this and how I actually feel now is…I can’t
Read more →Warner, I was 10. I’d already been through so much. Moving from Ireland to the USA- then from East to West. Then settling in the murder capital of the US. Oakland, CA. Alcoholic dad who beat me, burned me, drowned me, tried to kill me. Then social services. Oh, who could forget them? They thought
Read more →You broke up with me, were you bored? I didn’t open up enough. We did not go out that long, but the times we saw each other were probably the happiest of my life, the times we were together but I wasn’t with you probably the saddest. Then I learned I wasn’t special. You kissed
Read more →There is this guy… and he’s made me feel so loved. He’s made me feel like i matter. He gave me self-confidence when i needed it. he was there for me when everyone wasn’t. he gave me a car to use, a house to sleep in when things weren’t going well. he kissed me, and
Read more →We’ve only known each other for less than a month now. The first time I even heard of you I was going through a stressful time when my friends mentioned a girl who shares the same interests in comics with me and I immediately shot up and asked multiple questions about you with intrigue. Days
Read more →I miss feeling alive. I miss how you made me feel every emotion on the spectrum at full intensity. I miss how easily i could laugh, and even how easily I could cry. I miss knowing what true yearning felt like as much as I miss the mania of loving you. But i don’t miss
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