breakups

When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.

My Breakup Thoughts
I think I would like to start this story out by saying I’ve hit a low. One of the lowest points I’ve ever been at. I can’t believe that I am here right now. It’s all because of him. I let one person who didn’t deserve to define me, my self-worth, or my happiness define it all. I let him in and now I can’t let him go. I feared the day a man would come around and break down the barriers I’ve had up for so long. I told myself the day would never come. Then he did. Meeting him was the worst thing that could’ve happened to me even though I believed it was the best. For a year I’ve been telling myself it was the best thing. I’ve been ignoring his flaws and I’ve been turning my back to him whilst he kicked me down. Not seeing the damage he did to me but also not caring for I loved him more than anything. There’s a very strange thing about knowing something is wrong but choosing to immerse yourself in lies that everything is great. I cannot put a word to it but believe me it is much deserving of its own word. He lied to me so much. He lied more than I think I can comprehend. He allowed others to dictate how our relationship, a secret bond between TWO people, would play out. All of our problems were in regards to those he let in to interfere. I feel sick even talking about how stupid I was. I have cried every day since he’s left. He’s left this hole in me that can only be filled by his presence despite all the stupidity and all the times he’s fucked me over. I still love him. I still would do anything for him. Nothing has changed except the fact that I’m looking him in the eye while he kicks me down and I’m accepting it.
By Kat Nix8 years ago in Humans
Amor Quod Poenitet
I don’t know why I’m here. Or maybe I do. I’m upset, and I shouldn’t be, so I have to write all of this away from the eyes of the people who can’t know I’m aggravated. Yet again, I was hoodwinked and blind to what was in front of me because I thought someone was cute. More than anything, he was convenient. I don’t like relationships, nor was I looking for one, especially with a 15-year-old boy that lives in the south. Considering how adamantly he tried to get me to date him, I eventually caved. "Why not? What’s the harm?" So I said yes, and he was sweet and it was so easy for me to think I made the right decision. Long story short, the relationship was more than one sided as it progressed and it just ended up with me crying more than me smiling. He cut it off, which I was glad for, because I just didn’t care. It was nice to say I had a boyfriend, for PR, I guess, even if it was just like having the ghost of one there. After he cut it off, I tried to be friends. I always try to be friends if we didn’t part terribly, and I regretted that, too. He had a history of racial slurs which I tolerated because I was simply numb to it, due to “meme culture” I suppose. He crossed a line when he commented the “n” word with a hard r under a post my blood mother and family could see. He didn’t understand that I didn’t want someone calling me a n*gger in front of my mother, or, at this point, at all. We argued briefly, but in the long run I dropped an ultimatum that he (for some reason) agreed to. Like he ever cared about being on good terms with me.
By Ollie8 years ago in Humans
It Was Never About... Me?
Do you remember the one feeling of being loved so much your heart would calm down? Or actually feeling so happy that you can't contain your smile? She made me feel that way. I remember expressing every single emotion I had because she made me feel safe. I could be myself. I didn't understand what being that happy could be. I always despised people who were so happy and I always questioned myself when would I meet someone who could make me feel that way.
By R0yalcee8 years ago in Humans
To the Boy I Once Loved
To the boy I once loved, I still miss you. I still miss holding you every time I would pick you up from work. I miss your laugh that was unique but loud. I miss your good morning text and then immediately seeing you at school after I received it. I miss staying up with you on FaceTime until we both passed out and snored, or I would screenshot you sleeping because you always fell asleep with your mouth open. I miss you holding me when I was having a rough time. I miss calling you to cry about things and you immediately saying you’re on the way over to my house. I miss you coming to my house drunk dancing to Mexican music and then laying on the ground while my dog humped your legs and you screaming at him. I miss your warmth. I miss your personality. I miss everything about you.
By Kirsten Sontag8 years ago in Humans
Life After Upheaval
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By Andie Pabon8 years ago in Humans
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Leave Me Alone!
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