• To Bundle

    by  • October 16, 2017 • 2 Comments

    Dear Bundle,

    I see your pain but the one you are looking for may not even be on here. I know you see initials but that holds no weight to anything. There have been post with my same initial on them. You dont see me bugging out every other post.

    Im calling you out on behalf of everyone’s sanity. Comment your full initials and/or whomever you are talking about on this post to blaze them out. If they are here then they will see it, understand you are talking to them, and respond. As far as you know your ex still holds you in high regard. Maybe they even posted here before and left. You could be reading into this to far. Either way, he would have to be foing some serious typing, as you have, to be as many people as you’ve accused.

    Alternatively, if you just came here to be a chicken shit and ruin everybody elses post with this noise then fuck off or go get fucked.

    A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z ‘s

    Peter C?

    by  • October 16, 2017 • 1 Comment

    Where art thou?

    Do you ever come across these parts anymore?

    You were the beacon of light in such a dark place.
    You responded to several of my letters and so many others with such logical and soothing prose.

    Thank you for trying to help so many on here.

    Universe bless your soul! Hope you are well.


    by  • October 14, 2017 • 0 Comments

    This has been said over and over again by others but here I find myself as well…

    As much as I try to despise you and reason with myself in order to put away for good, I cannot. Every negative or disparaging remark, of which you may or may not have knowledge, has been just that — an attempt to convince myself…

    Its my fault

    by  • October 13, 2017 • 0 Comments

    It would be easier to blame you for the pain, but I caused it myself .
    I decided to talk you .
    I decided to pay attention to you .
    Something wasn’t right with me last year .
    Last year I was doing things I never do.
    I feel like I went through a mental breakdown.
    That has to be the explanation for why I decided that it was good idea to be your friend . now I shouldn’t beat myself up to hard because when I met you I didn’t know what intentions you had . I just thought being your friend was a good idea . but later down the road you ended up being the most dark , shallow person I ever met . you put a good front , now you aren’t a good person. Not the person you portrayed to be . and it hurt, too let myself get close to you .
    You are a painful memory and a painful lesson. I honestly hope to never talk or see you again. And if I do see you again, do not look at me as if were old friends , just know I had to make myself no longer care and pretend you don’t exist.

    Mirror Mirror

    by  • October 13, 2017 • 0 Comments

    I sit at my desk as the teacher talks and talks, but all I can think about is you. I cannot focus on the historical dates or on my mathematical equations, you’re on my mind. The only one on my mind. I think of your beautiful blue eyes and the way they sparkle when you laugh. I picture your incredible smile and in the distance, I swear I can hear your soft, happy giggle. I wonder if you know how simply perfect you are. I wonder if you are sitting at home thinking about me. I know that you aren’t. My heart is filled with sorrow. I will never be good enough for you. That’s what I’ve always thought. But you are different. When I look in the mirror, I no longer need to cry and feel alone. I know you delve deeper. I know you are special. I am full of hope once again. That’s when the bell rings and I snap out of my daydream. I get ready for the next lesson and try my best to concentrate but it’s no use. “Who’s your crush?” My friends giggle as they see me lost in my own world. “No one,” I smile back truthfully. I do not have a crush on you. I am deeply, madly, insanely in love with every piece of you.