there is this guy i really like but he knows i used a burner number to tell him to off himself when he had done me wrong and i dont know if i can ever come back from that or try to get me to like him again
I still haven't forgotten what you said and what you did. Every relationship, every spark, every flirtatious text is stained with the remains of ours. I get anxious whenever people imply anything sexual, I have to back away whenever someone says 'keep going,' my memories of it don't go away. I wish you would go away.
So I have slight scoliosis (15 y/o teenager) and there’s a chance that I might need a back brace and I think if that happens I actually might k*ll myself. My life is already miserable with my acne and braces but if I had to go out with that brace every day for years I actually think that I will do it. Genuinely, over all the years that I’ve suffered clinical depression nothing has ever pushed me this far to do it.
Me and my best friend talked about my trauma and he was the only person from my friend group back then who supported me even without knowing my side of the story. He told me he would always be by my side no matter what. That was the first time in my life I cried happy tears and didn't stop them. I hate crying infront of others, this was the first time I felt save enough to do so
I want to cry and show my true feelings in front of people but I know that'll just give my gold digger girlfriend an excuse to leave me for her boy bestfriend. I seriously just don't know what to do anymore.
I want to tell my girl bestie about a fantasy that we are both into (she doesn't know that I'm into it as well).
I don't get it. Sometimes when I listen to music or watch a show that is so amazing words can't describe how it makes you feel - except for the fact you want to inject it in your bloodstream. That kind of feeling overloads me to the point I'd rather take my life. It's the same feeling when I'm overloaded with immense regret from past actions.
Nobody knows because nobody, not even I, understand why.
I wish I could show you how much happy I was the day we first spoke.
Only if you saw how much I loved you would you still let me go?
I didn't know that the day I see you for the last time would come so early.
I didn't know that the day I decide to stop talking to you because of some stupid fight be the last day to ever talk to you.
I recently sent nudes and j**ked off with random strangers online not even a week since me and my ex went no contact. I now feel super guilty since she once called me a whore during a fight and we joked that im so far from that but now I just feel like I became what she always thought I was. I just feel super grossed out and icked out in my body now and I don't know what to do.