Dear Ex Best Friend,
I'm sorry for what I said but you really hurt me, pushing me away for your new friends but getting upset when I made new friends. I told you a SECRET and you went and told her! I was 11/12 and made a mistake yet you still won't talk to me properly. Yes, I'm sorry I shouldn't have done what I did but you hurt me and didn't seem to care. We went through highes and lows together we were best friends for years. You supported me through everything, yet when I make a mistake you can't forgive. You knew about my insucraties and friends yet you did exactly what I was worried a friend was going to do. Yes, I wish you could forgive me but not if your not going to apologize for what you did. I wasn't the only person to stop our friendship. I played games with other people at...
Broken Hearts
My Dearest Love,
Despite the fact that I have not thought of you more often than usual in the past weeks, you have consumed my waking energy this night. You come to mind in a fleeting and familiar way everyday, of course, as those you have loved and lost often do. But tonight is not the same shadowy absence, the cold, comforting wisp that breathes over interspersed moments. Tonight, it is as if I can feel you on the block, and if I only went for a walk, I would find you settled on a rock down the way, watching the stars.
Tonight, the feeling of a safe and gentle quiet that only you have ever given me has crept over me in a way that inspires deep and incomprehensible emptiness. Your laugh echoes faintly in my ears while memories of your gentlemanly demeanor and...
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It’s weird saying goodbye to someone I haven’t spoken to in almost 2 years, but that’s what’s this is. It’s me not checking up on your Instagram, not spying through Facebook and finally giving up on any hope for you.
I’m just one of many girls - since me I think there’s been about seven or eight, which makes the year or so we were on and then off again and again, seem like something of a dating record for you. Though it was never dating. I was never someone you admitted to being with. Why was that? The insecure part of me feels that you were ashamed of me, I was like scraping the bottom of the barrel for you in some way. What would people say or think - the consequences could’ve been bad.
Thing is - I didn’t care. It was just refreshing to have someone see me as more than a...
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Hi K.,
If you count this from the time we made up after our first fight, it would've been just a little bit over two years now. If you count this from the argument we had over faith, it would've been almost two years now. If you count this from the time I decided to text you "goodbye", it would've been one and a half years by now. But, does time matter? Because regardless,
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We were friends, at least I thought so. Actually, I still don't know what we were. I can't be sure of anything, anymore. It's gotten to the point where I have started doubting my memories, were they real? Did I create them because I liked having you in my life? All this is because of how much you have changed. But I kept on chasing you. You don’t answer and I text you again, making excuses that maybe you're just too busy with work or studying. Maybe you dropped your phone and a car happened to drive over it, yes, I have quite the imagination. But the truth, no matter how much I don't want to accept it, is that you're not the same person. You’re not the same guy who had my back. You’re not the guy who used to hold my hand when I was cold. You’re not the guy that used to always take my side...
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Hmm...Where do I start? Well it's 9:42am this sunday morning and I am having this thoughts of too much overthinking. I don't know what to say and I don't know what to feel. No one to talk to, just me and my plants. Well apperently I have my family but I am too shy to share this emotional thoughts I am going through right now. Because I am worried that they might think of me as a Drama Queen, but I am not so imma just keep this through myself. So this past few weeks I had this emotional breakdown that to the point i cried and cannot control it anymore. I've been thinking so many things like being pressure in so many things that i don't even wanna talk about and put much effort on it. I am trying and keeping myself as strong as possible. The problem here is i have trust issues, trust that...
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Dear Ghostees.
You know who I am. The girl you think is generous. Is a bit flaky but reliable in that she keeps a promise. But she hasn’t replied to your messages. You probably think it’s your fault. Or are worried about me. The truth is, I just don’t have anything to say. I’m fine, I’m terms of my physical health. I could probably exercise smarter and eat better. But I don’t binge or starve myself. The next question would be my mental or emotional health. This is less straightforward. The mystics might call what I’m having ‘a dark night of the soul’, the doctors, depression, but for me neither of those fits the bill. I feel a deep sadness, a grief which seems to have no bearing on my everyday existence, and a surface calmness. All my superficial exchanges with people feel false, I...
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As a black guy it's offensive to me that a lot of black women whether be in a relationship married to whites guys instead of standing in their face sucks. I have to say their a lot of good guys black and white just saying that these fine intelligence African American woman seems to end in a relationship with white guys some black even prefer to be with older white men older enough to be their father! To all you black guys you need to start treating woman with more respect their fore you want lose them to white guys! Just sucks seeing some fine attractive African American or muracial woman whether they're politics news media sports etc ending up turning to whites older white guys enough of this sh*t black men need to start treating black women with more respect...
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Dear K,
Happy Hour is all we’ll ever be. I know that now. But two years ago inside that speakeasy, you filled my heart with generous servings of untold stories and cocktails of now broken promises. You promised me we'd hunt the best-tasting coffee, fly to see the Festival of Colors, board hot air balloons, discover hidden bars, and make all our dreams come to life. It was so easy to get drunk in those statements when you’re in love. It was easier to get lost in minutes because you’d think that 60 is more than enough. It was easiest to make rash judgment when your brain tricks you into believing that ‘we’ meant the two of us, together. Trust me, Happy Hour isn’t all that happy when it’s about to end… when it’s your real happiness that’s about to end.
We had to take the check. I didn...
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In 2014, I prayed to God to make me whole. That year, God crushed me even more. I came with a limp but He immediately had me amputated. I went into that world with a pride of a homeless person but I came out like a hollow zombie, hungry and bleeding and empty. If I came in with a warning; I sure walked out that place with a life sentence.
I worked through that year like it was always Monday after a long weekend. And I stayed. I stayed because each overworked Monday that ended eased through you like a sigh of relief that only Tuesday could bring. You rewarded me with your friendly pink shirt, your warm and solid handshake, your familiar work playlist, your easy small talks, your casual ‘see you tomorrow’.
You drew out your plans with so much confidence that you inked them on the...
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