AAAAAhh you bitch! You cheated on me with seven different men! Fuck that! SEVEN?
How do you even find that much time?
When I lived in Graham, back in the day, I would go to my friend’s room, which
was on the pool side, and I would watch girls frolic in their bikinis, while I
ate my lunch. I feel like a pervert.
I am so releived that summer courses are done, I had been hating every single
second of it… I only took this course because you recommended it to me I
thought you wanted me to take it so we could see more of each other ha, ha,
what an idiot I was. Finally, I get to take my vacation and forget all the
bitterness I have been summitted by your indiference and regections… I will
think long and hard about all the stupidities I though about you and me ha, ha,
ha, what and idiot… I really don’t know what I was thinking, and will never
know why you wanted me to take summer courses you knew I wanted to rest for the
summer you, you “Hay que estupida fui pense que tu enrealidad me necesitabas.”
But like my mother always told me your beautiful don’t let any man ever
devaluate you half of them are not even worth your time their just a bunch of
users, and you should never let them use you… I don’t understand you how
could you lead me on like that I have never felt like this and will never, ever
put myself through this again. Well to end this I’m so glad that I finally get
to go on my vacation and go wild and crazy (with alot of tequilas). I miss you
like crazy but, you have to give me credit I stopped looking for you yeah you
know who you are…hasta nunca or maybe hasta pronto who knows oh well…Mexico
here I come…
I have decided not to pursue him anymore. I am letting go. He has consumed my
mind and body for so long, I am taking it back. I deleted every text and
e-mail. Time will make me forget and staying busy with my studies.
I am very deeply depressed. I am as madly in love with someone as what the
poster’s directly below this state. I feel exactly the same way. I did not
take it the step further, and now, I am miserable. I am suicidal, I can’t stand
my life, I want to die. I went to a mental health clinic, they told me they
would only help severely mentally ill people. “Budget cuts” they turned me
away. I can’t get the antidepressants I need, or the therapy I need. I have no
family that will help, I have no friends that understand, or are willing to
help, they are too busy being drunk, and want me to go away if I get too
serious. I wish I were stupid, so I could be happy. My mother tells me to
kill myself. If I get any worse, I will.
Even though we can never be together, the mere thought of you sends an
electrical impulse throughout my body. Finding a person who can make me feel
this way is rare. My innermost thoughts are often consumed by the fantasy of
you satisfying my most primitive desires. However, I bring myself back to
reality when I realize that indulging in these idealistic fantasies could
ultimately lead to disappointment. Despite the consequences, sometimes I just
want to abandon my “pretty little innocent girl” facade and give in to
temptation.
She kissed me first. That’s the only defense I have for doing that to you, man.
I am so sorry.
I didn’t say this enough. I love you, I love you, I love you. That is all.
I just wish you were here with me so we could be together. I love you madly &
deeply. I want to get married, have kids, and for us to spend the rest of our
lives together as partners. I can’t imagine my life without you, and it’s so
hard to say this. I wish I weren’t afraid that you’d reject me for the hope of
someone better coming along, because I really, really, madly, truly, deeply,
passionately love you. I love you.
confession n. A written or oral statement acknowledging guilt, made by one who has been accused or charged with an offense.
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It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.
— Oscar Wilde
It's kind of like being in someone's head while they're praying or thinking about things they'd never say outloud.
— Yaflapkik
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