When I look in the mirror I convince myself that the image I see is much uglier
than what other people see …but that’s just me lying to myself again.
My secret:
I want to tell my mom and dad I love them.
And I want to give them hugs just because.
I will think about it for awhile.
And go to do it.
But for some reason…I just cant.
I’ve been single for a while now. I’ve had dates and great times, but I still
feel a bit lonely about it all.
Even though I know I shouldn’t; I don’t need someone to be happy, and I have a
lot going for me. Just can’t seem to shake the feeling.
Once again. I saw you in the hallway. I don’t think you noticed me. I was on the
phone when you walked in, I completely ran out of breath. I sit around the in
same building a couple of days a week, hoping that you’ll just walk on by. If
you don’t show up, I feel sad. When you do show up, I feel really happy but
soon after feel worse than before. I can’t believe this frickin crush has
lasted so long.
i’m so happy that we work together, but i’m afraid you might find me boring. i
wish i had more to say to you. i try my best to say things - ANYTHING - but i
can’t get over my shyness. rather than putting myself down and feeling sorry
for myself, though, i do keep my chin up and tell myself “so what? you’ll do
better the next time you see him.” don’t think it’s working too well…but like
i said, i am trying.
God you are so beautiful. And you don’t even know it. You think all the others
are the “pretty ones” but all I ever see is you. I wish I could be the person
who makes you finally realize how incredible you are.
I’m a bit embarassed. I was standing with 3 friends in a hallway talking after
class the other day, when an extremely attractive man who I see all the time
before that class walked out of another classroom.
I don’t know why, but for some reason I blurted out…”wow! you’re cute!”… he
walked a few feet before turning, looking directly at me and smiling, saying
‘thank you’…he said it very nicely & didn’t seem put off by it or anything.
Seemed quite flattered, actually.
But I know I will see him in the hallway again next week before that class. I
do want to speak to him more, but now I don’t know what to say, and feel pretty
stupid and embarassed.
I’m going to Vegas with the love of my life tomorrow and I’m SO excited. Now,
it’s clear that you were never worthy of me. You were a constant disappointment
and a huge waste of my time and energy. Thank you for being the biggest jerk
I’ve ever dated… without that, I never would have left you and found someone
who makes things happen and strives to make me smile everyday.
Vegas Baby, yeah!!
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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