Hi. Do you remember me? I’m the girl you left crying in an empty apartment that summer night. Where did you go? Back home? because you’re gone now. the sound of you riding around on your skateboard and singing never wakes me up in the morning, because it isn’t there. I have no one to
Read more →You sat me down and asked me why I didn’t trust you as I held back tears. You persisted to pester me until I gave you an answer; well I don’t have an answer. I’ve never trusted anyone because when I do I get hurt. Everyone has ALWAYS left, no one has ever given me
Read more →Dear M, After writing letter after letter after letter to you on here, wanting you to contact me, wishing to hear your voice or even just my phone lit up with your name, it happened. And I honestly don’t know how to feel about it. I thought that hearing from you would form more closure
Read more →It disgusts me that we ever kissed. It literally makes me dry heave when I think about all the times we made out and you having your hands all over me. I lost a best friend over you, and I can’t even say that I look back on it with a smile. You’re sickening.
Read more →I refuse to be your second choice, you don’t know how much it kills me. That is why i am leaving. I need my distance from you, i can’t be friends like we are now. Every time i am with you she’s on your mind. And half the time i wonder if you come over
Read more →Madness, I made you cry last night… Apparently that’s not the first time either. I’m so sorry I really am. I didn’t think I was hurting you. You said you cry cause you can’t figure out what it is I want or how to make me happy. We fight a lot, I’m always angry. Yesterday
Read more →I reach for the phone to call you Knowing that ultimately Inevitably I won’t Our “relationship” Was never based on Phone calls or long talks Or even love It was a chemical reaction Unplanned, unstoppable A derailed train A misstep and The free fall that followed And one thousand other metaphors For a mistake made
Read more →I miss you. Why don’t you want to meet up like I do? It’s been 4 months. We have memories. Stupid, immature memories that always make us laugh like idiots. But maybe that’s all we have now. In fact, what am I saying? We have nothing now. Nothing except that we go to the same
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