Teenage years
Sincerely
Dear mother, It's thanks to the bullshit you put me through that I am distrustful of everyone in my life. My brothers, your husband, the people you coerce into my life, everyone. I barely trust myself. So, I thank you for that. You want to know my reasons for such distrustfulness? I’ll give you the main reason: Critter.
By Jennisea Standing Rock3 years ago in Confessions
It Wasn't Healthy
"It wasn't healthy". Those are the words I've needed to hear for 9 months, the words I keep forgetting. It's so easy to romanticize relationships you're no longer in and so easy to forget all the bad things that they did to you. I realize that now. And I realize that I've known this for how long now and yet I still get sad. Why do I get sad? Sure, I loved him, I know that, and I think he loved me too but like I said, it wasn't healthy. (So why does it matter how I felt about him? Why does it still tear me apart to think about his hand in mine?) Not for me. Not for him. We're coming up on a year and I'm still asked "What happened?" or "How is he?" or "Are you guys still friends?" But my question is, why can't the past be left there? Why can't we let the peace settle? Why does it have to be disturbed? I want to leave him behind, I do, but I'm struggling. I need help. God please help me, I can't do this on my own and that's what I am; on my own. This whole thing has separated me from the ones I love. It's made me question every decision I've ever made. But most importantly, I question the whole "thing", why did I do it? I knew he was a bad idea, I knew I'd regret it. I've definitely learned my lesson, or have I? Am I looking for him in my current friends? In my crushes? In all my relationships? I went through all of it, all the pain and all the suffering, and for what, for a mob of unanswered questions? He is a recurring theme that I'm tired of writing about. He is a season that I want to change. A school year that has lasted too long, I want my break. I need my break. He is a weed that won't die, he's suffocated me, and now I'm a lawn being infiltrated by something so ugly and hateful. I am a flower who can't bloom because I've been robbed of my warmth, of my sunlight by a dark stormy cloud. To live I need the cloud to drift off in the distance and yet it's still so close. I struggle to survive day to day.
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By John Porfy3 years ago in Confessions
When I Bleed From More Than One Place
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By Stephanie Van Orman3 years ago in Confessions
The Lord of the Night
Of all my boyfriends, I only officially dated one guy from my hometown. I was having a bad night and I wondered to myself how long it would take me to get Benjamin to ask me out. As it turned out, it took two and a half hours. Why does no one want to play hard-to-get with me? Why does every guy just give me what I want?
By Stephanie Van Orman3 years ago in Confessions
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By Stephanie Van Orman3 years ago in Confessions
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