May 2013
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I miss you. You have no idea how much I need to have your arms around me now, so that I can feel better.
But the fact is even if you may worry about me, you don’t know how to show it or you won’t.
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Today. Life Changing.
Today has been a life changing day.
I had an abnornal pap recently and I did another one to be sure along with the HPV DNA profiling test. It came back POSITIVE, HIGH RISK.
The moment I heard it, I was surprisingly very calm about it, as compared to the first pap where I almost teared in front of the doctor. I read up about it as much as I could, it’s a common virus that affects most...
Downward spiral
I seem to be on that path to destruction. Myself and everything in my path. And no one cares enough to save me, even if someone did, I wouldn’t want to save me.
It’s been two days since I cut ties with a supposed good friend. 15 years. I have been very forgiving and tolerant. But not when i get insulted repeatedly just cos I thought something refered to me and I asked out of...
unfortunately your loose tongue cost you my friendship. Have a good life.
So you who call yourself my friend..first you call me incompetent and you deny it. Now you call me stupid and moronic after our exchange on fb? I can’t say those tweets weren’t coincidental. I wouldn’t believe it.
Sometimes, the friends you let into your life are the ones who treat you like dirt.
It’s always going to be you even if we never had a proper date. The cuddling sealed the deal. They say you can feel it, it’s unexplainable.
I can’t cook, I don’t know what/how many types of beans there are, can’t differentiate between my veges, can’t clean, might not have a womb to bear kids cos of my stupidity, don’t have much to offer, not smart enough and so much more.
So tell me, who would want to be with a liability like me? Not me.
I need a keyword blocker. Your name keeps popping up. :/
aud-ler:
what i have learned from talking about my feelings
it’s better to not talk about my feelings
Everyone, please leave me alone. I will talk when I am ready to.
Forget you, is all I have to do. I was never really your friend anyway i guess.
April 2013
58 posts
It’s autumn once again where you are. Just last year we cuddled and talked everyday. Will you think of me once more this fall and winter?
She Said He Said: Help! I'm Over-Sharing In My... →
shesaidhesaidscoop:
Dear Sexes: Hi! I am having difficulty in my dating life in finding a balance between honesty/openness and too much disclosure. I am becoming increasingly painfully aware of my shadow side, and some of my challenges. I am not wanting to hide this aspect of myself from people in my life, and yet I…
Wow, finally something that explains my ‘darkness’
Train Wreck
I get it. I am a train wreck. And you’re just entertaining me when i text you. It’s just that, you’re still my person. I trust you and I hate being so vulnerable with you. Your response is like a dead pan duck and I know so well you’re just obliging me with an answer. And I do not understand why I still trust you with some deep dark feelings i never tell anyone. I get it,...
rainsfell:
how do i get over someone who i never dated
Ommggg t.t
So, today you texted me after days or weeks of only just randomly commenting or liking my stuff on Facebook. Is it me, or did you want to say something but you chickened out? It does feel that way, or maybe, I am just overanalysing things once again. I miss you and our silly conversations :(
5am thunderstorm. Wishing so much you’re holding me right now :(
FB
Anndd another day goes by without hearing from you. I guess we have been relegated to being only facebook friends.
Why are you my clarity?
Figuring
dearoldlove:
My life would be whole lot better if I could figure out how to stop missing you.
Don't know anything
I just realised I
- do not know your full name
- nor your age
- what makes you tick and what does not
- what you want for yourself
I don’t know a lot about you. But what I do know is, I like you a lot and I can’t quit you no matter how hard I try.
So….I went on a date tonight. But yet I still think about him. I don’t even think this makes sense any more. Infatuation or Obsession, this has to bloody stop. It’s obvious he doesn’t care any more and there’s someone else on his mind.
It has boiled down to one word replies. Ahhhh wells. Completely on the way to being forgotten.
It pains me when you post sad lyrics like that and you don’t want to talk.
I thought I was done with romance after all the failed ones, but it turns out I’m not yet ready for the cynical, arms-length relationships I’ve been having. I’m not actually all that broken, believe it or not. Wait, no… Yep, I’m still completely functional. And I want someone to want me like Ryan wanted Marissa. I want you to look at me, to speak to me, to be intrigued by me and to decide, quite...
“Trust me, I know how it feels.
I know exactly how it feels to cry in the shower...”
– (via lovedyoubeautifully)
High dive into frozen waves where the past comes...
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37 Things You Don’t Need To Be Sorry About
2. Telling someone how you feel.
I am not sorry I told you how I felt. I am only sorry you probably couldn’t handle it and have moved on to other girls. It still hurts tho, being replaced and on the way to being forgotten.
28. Wanting to love someone, and being scared to tell them.
I debated a lot about telling you, until you coaxed it out...
Not fully recovered
Sometimes I feel like I have not fully recovered from THAT breakup. It has destroyed and numbed so many parts of me. Sometimes, I fear that I can never love the same again or ever love someone again for that matter and I will be doomed to be a spinster forever.
I am done being vulnerable. I am done caring. I just wish to be genuinely happy again. This gloom is just making be feel eternally exhausted!!
How many times do you have to get it wrong before you get it right?
I would recommend Tristan Prettyman’s album to be on constant repeat while going through a bitter moment or a breakup.
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“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You...”
– Kafka On the Shore, Haruki Murakami
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