I’m not sure where to begin, I just need to get this off my chest. I want to let you know that you’ve ruined me –you ruined the fact that I don’t think I could ever love again. And when I had the chance to take you back, I freaked out and pushed you away.
Read more →I’m glad I did it. It may have hurt you by breaking up with you, but you hurt me more. And this new thing I have going? So much better. I think it’s mostly because you’re not with me and won’t be with me ever again. Also, you rape anyone else and there will be
Read more →I hate when we argue. i don’t think you do either but you never tell me anything. And you get mad over the stupidest things. And i love you. really. But when you act like this i wanna punch you in you face. i hate it. we weren’t like this before you asked me out.
Read more →Dear Heartbreaker, You do not know what you have done to me. How you have changed me. I was so vibrant, so energetic before I met you. I had so many friends. I had never loved, my heart was perfectly healthy and fresh. I believed that I would find that someone, that I would love
Read more →I was just told today by a (slightly annoyed) mutual friend of my ex that he still asks about me more than a year after he broke up with me. Not in a “How’s she doing?” way, but a “Does she ask about me? Does she talk about me?” way. I think this is hilarious.
Read more →I am genuinely disappointed. Every day I come on this site and read the letters submitted about “love, heartbreak, family, inspiration, relationships, and breakups” and I see a community united by their struggles. Don’t you see we’re all the same? We all have things we want to share with the world, get off our chests.
Read more →I have been in love with you for basically the past two years of my life. We had the basic “middle school dating” years ago, and now it’s almost time for us to get our high school diplomas and part our separate ways (well…in a year). But, I don’t want you to go, I just
Read more →Why is it whenever I talk, I’m ignored. Whenever I write, I’m ignored. Whenever I draw I’m ignored. I’m tired of being ignored. …But at the same time, I want to be ignored. I stay in my room, for long periods of time. I don’t talk to people. I hate it when people touch me.
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