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I met a man two years ago, he's perfect for me. In the time since I met him he's been out of reach. The only thing connecting us, technology. I find I'm starting to resent this because I miss his smile, his laugh, his touch. I can't get those through this stupid screen.
I want to see him again and never have to leave his side. I don't like waiting, don't you think I've waited long enough anyway? Please.
Vacation life. two days.
I no longer want to be me for a couple of days. The stresses that come with living my life has become too much for my mind and body to bear. The tiniest tings make me want to cry today. Last night was the final straw. After walking home in the snow and missing bus after bus I couldn't take it and I broke down. I'm not asking for forever, I'm only asking to wake up tomorrow in a mansion as somebody else's trophy wife. Nothing to worry about but how to look fabulous.
What I'm giving to the interested party is two days of relaxation, no work necessary, and sister bonding. Along with dealing with five dogs, lots of cockroaches, ants, flies and ...
It's four-thirty in the morning and I'm surrounded by manifested sound, coming from a Television to make this place seem less lonely. Even though there are three dogs lying around, they are crowding around my sister. The only thing crowding around me are my thoughts. The thoughts I've only ever reserved for Four o'clock in the morning. With my thoughts going everywhere and my feelings pretty low, I sit here watching a sappy movie with a sappy ending. One of those movies where the nerdy, invisible girl gets the hottest guy in school.
For some reason it's taking me the duration of this movie to write about nothing. And yet, I just wanna write. I wanna tell somebody about what's going on in ...
I keep reading your letters, wondering what's going on in your life. Torturing myself because I no longer know who you are.
You say that you are happier without the negative people in your life. I never knew I was a negative person in your life. All I ever did was be your friend. All ever did was be myself.
All I can figure is that my emotions, my depression, was too much for you to handle. Then, when I crawled out of my depression, when I got a job and a boyfriend, when you were no longer getting all of my attention, you kicked me out of your life and out of your children's lives.
I have a horrible urge to ruin everything for you. Every day on my way home from work when I bike past ...
This is a letter.
It is the pouring out of my emotions to someone who will no longer listen to me. I have sadness in my heart that you have caused, you pushed me away from what mattered in my life. Your children, the little kids who knew how to make me smile when I was hurting or sad. The good memories I have from all the years we were friends, they've been tarnished by the fight we had.
I've gone from furious, to angry, to hurt, to sad. Now, I am trying to mourn you as if you died. As if the last fight we had was a nightmare and you all died in a car wreck. As if you and I were sisters till the day you died. As if your jealousy didn't ruin the only friendship that has ever laste...
Where had the time gone? Somewhere between watching the movies and trying to write her story, her thoughts had gone dark.
"Who would want to love you?"
She thought about the conversation she had with her fiance earlier that day. She had said those words and got the response she expected. He had rattled on about how he saw me so much differently than I saw myself. I am so much more than I thought of myself, he told me. At the time I had smiled, I could hear in his voice that he meant what he said. Now, in the darkness of this... this place, I couldn't believe the memory anymore.
"Do you really think that once you move in with him, he's really gonna stay with you?"
It was proven so ...
People have always said that love is being happy with somebody and never wanting to be apart, that love is simple, love is all these amazing things.
"You'll find the one someday." I was assured over and over. As if the love of my life was something to be waited for.
I was always chastised by older people about going on dating websites, being told that I was too young to be that worried about dating.
The truth is; love is so much more than this. I went on dating sites because that's what I was always pulled towards. Your heart guides you, destiny is more than just coincidence. Some times effort has to be put into the world in order to be deserving of such a wonderful feeling. I believe I fo...
It's a quiet night at home, I'm sitting in our living room reading a book to pass the time till you get home from work. I see your car pull in the drive way but I don't hear the door open right away.
After a minute you run in. "Baby! Come quick! Somebody drew something on our porch!" I look at you confused and you put your hand out for me to take, so I do. I follow you outside and on our front porch is the painting of a wedding arch and two people standing under it and hearts above their head.
I look at you, even more confused then before and you're in front of me on one knee. My hand goes in front of my mouth with a silent 'o', tears already in my eyes. You take one of my hands in yours ...
She lay there, listening to the house snore in the dead of night. There was one thing she wanted more than anything, company. Somebody laying beside her, somebody she could cuddle into. She wanted to feel somebody else's warmth beside her and she wanted to listen to their heartbeat.
It wasn't just anybody she wanted beside her, no, she wanted him. The man that was always on her mind, the man who made her feel happy and cared for and beautiful. The one who made her feel confident, the one who made her heart skip a beat.
If only she could dream, maybe he would be there holding her. Unfortunately, she could not sleep. Thoughts ran through her mind, a jumbled mess of emotions. She tried music...
I woke up and looked around for my dog who was now on the floor. My hand searched the bed beside me for my phone and when I turned on the screen the clock read four in the morning. Groaning I buried my head in the pillow, this was the fifth time I had woken up since going to sleep at midnight.
My friend's voice rang through my head as he said, "You usually don't sleep well unless you are in a familiar place." I haven't had a good night's sleep since moving here.
I remembered being on my mattress that was laid out on the living room floor. Had been able to sleep through the loud children in the morning. Now I could barely sleep through my dog's paws hitting the floor.
As I closed m...
In the distance I saw a figure, it stood there with hunched shoulders and a broken demeanor. I walked closer out of curiosity and what I saw made tears fall from my eyes. The figure was my best friend, beaten and broken. The smiling face I remembered had bruises and scratches from the path chosen and the people she had chosen to love.
I reached out to help her but I had no idea what to do, where to hold without hurting her more. What I wanted more than anything was to heal the pain.
As she walked around the dark kitchen, I watched her closely from the shadows. With one flick of a light switch, she would have seen my cold, dead hands attached to my bony arms and scrawny body tower over her.
As her thoughts filled the empty silence, I basked in her ignorant bliss. Her tea smelled like berries, tainted by the sulfur attached to my soul. All she could think about was that damn tea. In that moment I wanted nothing more than to strangle her and throw her tea across the room. It took every ounce of my being to move away from her and down the hall.
Soon after I settled on the bottom step of the stairs that led to the second floor, she started to pour out the remnants of ...
I am sitting here watching my nieces and nephew play with their toys. An amazing smell is wafting in from the kitchen as my sister cooks dinner and I can't stop thinking about that first kiss with him.
I was in his car, sitting right beside him. Just up ahead the light turned yellow and I put my head on his shoulder. As he slowed to a stop he looked at me with those beautiful green eyes, I knew it would happen. His lips touched mine and I felt butterflies in my stomach. I moved closer to him and we kissed some more until the light turned green. I felt as if I was in a dream.
Lord help me, if he ever left I doubt I would find somebody as amazing as him. Somebody who cares, tru...
It was the moment I realized I was exactly like my mother. The worst moment of my life. Everything I accused my mother of doing that made my life and that of my sisters horrible.
My mother ran away with the first guy who loved her and ended up alone. I had almost ran away with the one person who made me miserable just because he said he loved me and I believed him. I didn't want to end up alone like my Mom but I had almost made that same stupid mistake.
One of the things that caused a lot of issues was how quickly and secretly she moved away from somebody. When my parents had split up my father had a mere matter of weeks to find a new place. Now I was seeing a pattern in my life of qu...
Dear You Know Who,
You are a selfish bitch. Came back into my life to see if I would still flirt with you. As soon as you heard that I was talking to someone new, you fucked off again. I didn't think you were that much of a two faced liar.
You have a boyfriend, so why are you doing this to me? A girl who only ever wanted a friend from you. All you are is drama. A girl who awakened confusing feelings in me that just weren't true.
Go ahead. Get mad at me for getting mad at this.
Go ahead. Get upset because you've been called out on your bullshit.
Go ahead. Break your boyfriends heart because you don't know how you feel, or how to deal with your goddamn feelings.
I sat there looking at my computer screen. Over the past few days I have become addicted to you. The way you make me feel is something that always goes away. I am still hoping it doesn't. You are different, your quirkiness is what makes me feel happy. Knowing I am not alone in my weird tendencies. Every time I learn something about you, I become more addicted.
Right now I feel guilty, I am going through withdrawal. The sadness came on so quickly, you hadn't even left yet. Just said you were going to see a movie but for some reason I didn't want you to leave. I didn't say anything, sat there sulking because I wanted you to be happy. I was just being selfish, like a girl who just wanted her ...
Dear Lovely Man,
You can make me smile, giggle and blush. I haven't done this in a while. With all this pain in my soul, I can feel the way your words take out the daggers and replace them with bandages. This is how you help me, you help heal me.
Don't be afraid. The amount we have been talking lately, even if you left me tomorrow I would still be better than the day I met you. The thoughts you put in my head are all good and they are there constantly. Even the times my insecurities push them away they fight their way back into my thoughts. Talking to you gives them strength.
Your positivity is astounding! You've been through a lot and yet your light is brighter than mine. Your pos...
I completely understand, but you wouldn't bring me down, talking with someone and trying to help them get through stuff makes me forget about my own problems. I'm sorry you're going through some stuff but I hope you feel better
Monday is finally here and I am exhausted. I thought I would wake up and be ready to go but the day has not started well.
I was up late last night cleaning up multiple piles of puke because my dog just kept getting sick. Of course, nobody knows how to buy paper towel in this house so my biggest struggle was trying to use toilet paper to clean up the puddles.
I am not ready for today, I have been waiting for it all week but now I need a day to get back to happy before I ruin the moods of everybody I can't wait to see.
You're leaving me.
Everybody does eventually.
I thought we were close,
Apparently I'm replaceable.
I'm sitting here,
Trying to hold myself together.
Trying not to fall apart.
I guess I'm not good with change,
Change means loss.
You've proved me right.
Dear Jason Mraz,
As I listen to your voice tell me what I'm feeling, I want to say thank you. Your music made my day a little more bearable.
Your song Butterfly made me dance even though I've been fighting the urge to cry all morning.
Your song Shine is my inspiration, it always inspires me to write even though I don't always know the right words.
This is my thank you letter