J- It’s sad that a person like me who laughs at this sort of thing would take the time to write a helpless letter that will never be read by the right person. However, I don’t know what else to do. We met so randomly through the strangest mutual friends, but you reached out all
I wish this letter could be as elegantly written as it deserves to be. But it’s written too hastily and I was never that talented of a writer. That was always your forte. I want to tell you that I’m sorry. It’s been months and I still think about how I hurt you. It’s the
Dear… Me? Today I counted, 17, seventeen times I wished I was someone else, or had someone else’s life. That’s not normal, it’s completely sick, but again so am I. I’m sick, sick with hatred, sick with rage, sick with envy, sick with me. I am Gay. I’ve known for almost 5 years now, and
I would love to know if this is just a test – a cruel joke to see whether I’ll chase you or not. If so, you’ve played your part all too well and I don’t think I can continue to feel the same for you. You might’ve just changed your mind, hell I couldn’t blame
Describing how I feel: Edited version of Boyce Avenue’s : BROKEN ANGEL … You showed him all the best of you But I’m afraid your best wasn’t good enough And know he never wanted you At least not the way you wanted yourself to be loved And you feel like you were a mistake He’s
why did you have to break my heart again when I loved you so much? I want an answer. yours truly, A. Related Post Drowning It was a simple request. Father’s Daughter.