Maybe she wasn’t just calling me out to be mean, maybe she was genuinely worried, maybe she actually had a valid perspective.
You made me feel like the consolation prize. You couldn’t have the girl you really wanted so you would settle for my attention when you needed it.
I will overcome this. I will remain hopeful. I will fight this.
He was a cute, funny, overall good guy…. at least so I thought.
It’s a horribly fucked up thing to admit, but: I’m ashamed to be a woman.
I love you, but I think we can both agree that we were both unhappy and that we just couldn’t go on the way we were.
What has affected my level of happiness or quality of life is the ways in which I feel I am supposed to feel about being single — which is guilty.
Show your friends and your family members that you care.
Do you remember the first time you told me you loved me? I remember every single time you told me you loved me.
We both didn’t like to use the word “rape,” because saying it out loud would unleash a reality we weren’t equipped to face.