You can’t love me halfway. You either want all of me or none of it. I’m not a project you get to start and abandon when things get hard or something else seems more intriguing. That’s not how you love someone.
I saw you on Tinder. Pretty quick to be on there, don’t you think?
It’s okay that you are sad and know you are not your sadness. You are not the things that hurt you. You are not your struggles. It’s okay that you are feeling this way.
It wasn’t until he hit me that I finally snapped. I finally realized that he did not love me the way he claimed.
I consider asking if you ever feel the urge to say my name when you’re inside her. I want to know if she tastes like me. Do you fuck her like me?
Life feels pointless and my existence seems utterly worthless. I’m irritable and angry, blaming how I feel on everyone and everything that crosses my path, including you. And for this I am sorry.
I’ve brought other people to bed since you, but these sheets feel even colder with them than they do when I’m alone.
I know it has to come from a place of hurt. That’s what bullies do, they hurt because they’re hurt.
On the eve of my engagement to another individual, I met someone else. Throughout my life, I was so used to making calculated, precise decisions backed with evidence, but this I could not explain. I walked off the beaten path for the first time in my life, and called off my engagement.
Never date someone who makes pain a side effect of love.