• Archive for May 3rd, 2012

    To my far away brother

    by  • May 3, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Miss You • 0 Comments

    Hello David. You missed my “Tec Night”. I almost died out of jealousy -and sadness- when I saw Ale with her sister… I’d like you to be here…that you could see me in these type of special events for me. And the worst part is that it seems you won’t be able to come to

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    I broke your heart

    by  • May 3, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Heartbreak • 4 Comments

    This is for the ones whose hearts I’ve broken. Dear xxx, I’m really sorry. The way I treated you was rude, and cowardly. I’m sorry for not answering your calls, texts, and voicemails. I’m sorry that I gave you no explanation. I’m sorry that I ignored you out of nowhere. I’m sorry I avoided conversation

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    Get out.

    by  • May 3, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Betrayal • 0 Comments

    Get out. Get out of my head. Your voice is ringing in my ears. Your laughter is making me sick. Your face is breaking me. I thought you’d always be here for me. I’m here. But you’re not. You made a promise, but you broke it. You played victim and cried for attention. Get out

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    BFF

    by  • May 3, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Confession • 0 Comments

    You’re literally my best friend. I talk to you all the time, almost everyday. Yet, you live across the country. You probably won’t EVER read this, and if you do, you won’t think it’s from me. I’m not the type of person to write into websites like this. But listen; read. I’ve fallen for you.

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    you don’t know

    by  • May 3, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Heartbreak • 0 Comments

    N. I hate what we’ve become. I’ve always said I’ve never hate anything, but running into what I use to know drives a knife of hatred in my stomach. I hate that I miss you. I hate that you don’t know me anymore. I hate randomly running into you on campus. I hate that you

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    Immaturity at its Best

    by  • May 3, 2012 • Frustration • 1 Comment

    My Dears, Let me please express my concern on the matter of immaturity, as it directly relates to you. I can’t believe that I sit and listen to your crap about your fucking loser boyfriend and all of your neuroticisms. I stay up with you when you need to talk and vent about ridiculous things

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