You’ll never know what I feel like on the inside; the pain, the suffering. How much I wish anyone could actually understand me and love me the way I want to be loved. Only a few of my friends know the real me, and telling them about that was one of the hardest things I’ve
Read more →M, I’m afraid of breaking your heart. Deathly afraid. I can tell that you’re the kind of person who needs that constant care; a half-of-a-whole person, if you will. But I’m not that other half. I’m truly, deeply sorry if I lead you to believe that I was, but I’m not. I hope you don’t
Read more →Dear My Dearest, I wish you knew how much you mean to me. I have been in and out of so many relationships, until I found you, someone who was everything I needed, and will ever need. I’ve been told “I love you” so many times in relationships that barely lasted. It boggles my mind
Read more →Dear you, Did you ever think we’d get to this place again? I didn’t. Don’t we say that everytime though? It always goes the same way. We are toxic, my love. If only one of us were strong enough to let go…We might end up okay. We go through cycles, painful routines. I’ll admit most
Read more →You make me want to sin. When you’re beside me, a desk away, I can hear your breath. Mine quickens. Yours remains temperate. I’m even more intoxicated. When you pick on me in front of the class, I can envision myself picking on you. I’d tease you mercilessly. I’d nibble your ear, kiss the nape
Read more →Honestly, what if I never find love? What if I’m left alone in this big ol’ world with nothing to care about but myself? What if my soul mate doesn’t exist? What happens then? My biggest fear in life is that I’m going to die in old age without anybody at my funeral.
Read more →Mom and dad- For all those fat jokes. For reminding me that my boobs are too small, my thighs are too big, my stomach too flabby, nothing on me is good enough. I’m too tall. I’m too skinny, now I’m not skinny enough. To the “gain 5 pounds” to the “Jesus Christ, I meant 5
Read more →You were always an asshole to me, and I hated you. Then we started to talk more and more, and i started to like you. It kinda became a game with us, we’d both get drunk and text eachother our feelings for eachother, it was amazing and I have to admit half the times we’d
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