There are so many broken hearts here, sending letters that they can’t in real life. I just want you to know it gets better. I used to be one of you, writing letters he’d never read and struggling with tears. But I smile every day now, I laugh and have friends. I look at other
Read more →Why don’t we have more time before we are considered adults, capable of making our own decisions that have life altering affects? We need more time to mature, to gain a decent amount of common sense and really learn who we are and what we need and want? We get married too soon and start
Read more →I think by this point in life, it’s obvIous. I have feelings – deep feelings for you. However, I don’t know if it’s reciprocal. I mean I’ve come to see you, you’ve come to see me but what does it mean? I hope it’s something in my favor my favor. I want to have the
Read more →I am so freakin tired of your talk. I want to shut you up once and for all, so I can finally have some peace and quiet. You nag and you bitch about every single thing. Karma hasn’t gotten you just yet, and if it doesn’t ever, I hope someone else will. I’ll bite my
Read more →Dear Boyfriend, I know I started the break, I’m the one who wanted it and I’m the one who needed it. You just want to be together. But i’m scared. I’m scared because I’m to young to fall in love, I’m too young to find a guy who will always make me happy. I used
Read more →I miss you. I miss everything. I keep trying to fool myself into thinking I dont, but it is a lie. I miss every night we spent together. The first night we met was right near the lamp post on the street off of mine. It was the middle of the night, you were quiet
Read more →Dear X, I hate you. I hate you so much. Everything about you makes me want to punch you so hard in your disgusting face until you get a shift in a personality. I hate your lisp. I hate your whining little bitch fits you throw when things don’t go your way. I hate your
Read more →How could you? I have no other questions, but just how could you? I drove 5 hours to visit you, and paid $80 to get there, and you still did this. I haven’t let someone in like that in months, and I tried so hard to let you in. You told me to trust you,
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