- Send my brother comfort food
- Write condolences to family members
- Plan travel 8 hours ago
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It wasn’t that good…
We were supposed to break up. I knew it was ment to happen, but I wanted to keep trying.
Had like two conversations with him the past two weeks and a half, and in both of them I was inescure and needy. Well, atleast in one of them. I was “small” and “weak”
I really shouldn’t let men make me feel like that…
Oh well… I’m great, and people love me. Loving myself is a tough one – but I can be relaxed ‘cause this moving on process will take some time. I don’t think I need to rush anything – for I have a lot to love in myself. Some people will like me, some won’t – whatever man, I’m a great person.. and a great girlfriend :)
Everything is defintetly looking up from here on… :) 1 month ago
He was the first man who I gave my everything to. Sure, he wasn’t my first sexual partner, but he was the first to figure me out inside and out. The first person I ever felt comfortable with completely. He cared for me. But later realized, he no longer wanted me.
I loved him. I loved him so much. But it wasn’t enough.
This is me, trying to move on and recover from yet another heartbreak. 1 month ago
7 months have passed since then and it still hurts til’ this day..This is going take longer than I imagined.. 1 month ago
it’s the first full day that we haven’t spoken, it’s been roughly 30 hours and I know this is the best possible thing to happen because I know you deserve better and I always saw that.
day 1 went better than expected, much better. in fact, sort of feels like a relief despite obviously noticing that they are no longer there, it actually feels moderately better (sort of) 1 month ago
I was going through some things packed away in a box and came across old poems and love letters written by you. The R that I used to know and love so much. And I came to a realization. The person who wrote those poems and letters to me, the person who loved me so, no longer exists. He died a long time ago and I’ve been holding on to a ghost. I am learning to accept that you will never love me like that again and I have let you go. You are finally free. I hope that you find what you are looking for. I hope that you will be happy. I hope that maybe one day you might love me again, but I know that will never happen. Still, I will always have enough hope for the both of us. And I move forward. 3 months ago
How is it possible that my heart can still break after almost a year? Even after everything that happened I don’t know how to stop loving him. It makes me wonder a lot about what kind of person I am that I could love someone so deeply who always hurt me so badly. In my head its easy to say “he doesn’t deserve your love and you deserve so much better”, but my heart tells me something entirely different. 4 months ago
I never want to be without income.
As a child, I needed to financially take care of myself, in the full sense of the term. This included housing, cloths, hygiene and dignity. All were in short supply with no immediately visible relief.
Street performance was a means to an end of suffering, but without food or shelter it was easy to find regrets in the community.
My hand and skull was fractured repeatedly. That didn’t stop me from fighting for my life, even if it did end my ability to create work for myself. 5 months ago