I used to open-palm hit my dog when he did something bad because he was very hyper. This was more than four years ago, and I was a lot younger. To this day, it makes me so sick to think of those times I did hit him, and I wish he was still alive so I could hug him and tell him that I'm so sorry. I can't think about it without my eyes filling up. I'm so sorry Freddy. Please forgive me.
I come on here hoping to see a comment of support in regards to my posts. It hasn't happened yet. I should be using this as a way of letting go what's poisoning my insides, not as a way for others to see it and try to lull the pain with medicated words.
Every time I think of your relationship with her, I hope with all my might that she'll dump you. That way, you'll be able to feel what it felt like when you dumped me- you'll be able to know what it's like to lose the person you thought with every fiber of your being was the one.
When that happens, I'll finally be able to get over you and I'll finally be able to fully like and approve of her. But only if she breaks your heart.
I hope she does it, and soon. I want to watch you as you're being destroyed.
5 years ago I fell in love with you. During that whole time you have had girlfriend after girlfriend, and I pretended not to care. I have nearly had boyfriend after boyfriend, but it never worked out. Now I am about to break yet another guy's heart, because I can't stop comparing them to you. It hurts to say this because I love you so much, but I wish I had never met you.
I just changed the blog to private if you want to be added to view it, I will need you to email me from the email address you use for your blogger login.
I live in the the countryside of Northern Virginia, with my husband, one doberman named Goliath; and my five kitties, Dixie, Dexter, Holly and Mary and now Larry! I also love to paint and sing, but am not really good at either. I like finding people who enjoy finding happiness in all the small things, much like I try to do. It's the little things that keep us going.
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I have a secret, I've missed hearing from you. Seems like it's been too long. 8-) Hope all is going well with you, Becky.
Cheers!
When I think about how lonely I really am, I feel the onset of a panic attack.
I used to open-palm hit my dog when he did something bad because he was very hyper. This was more than four years ago, and I was a lot younger. To this day, it makes me so sick to think of those times I did hit him, and I wish he was still alive so I could hug him and tell him that I'm so sorry. I can't think about it without my eyes filling up. I'm so sorry Freddy. Please forgive me.
I'm in love with fictional characters because I can make them love me back in my head and I won't get hurt by rejection.
Im about to have sex with my boyfriend, hes my best friend, but il never love him like i love her
I come on here hoping to see a comment of support in regards to my posts. It hasn't happened yet.
I should be using this as a way of letting go what's poisoning my insides, not as a way for others to see it and try to lull the pain with medicated words.
Every time I think of your relationship with her, I hope with all my might that she'll dump you. That way, you'll be able to feel what it felt like when you dumped me- you'll be able to know what it's like to lose the person you thought with every fiber of your being was the one.
When that happens, I'll finally be able to get over you and I'll finally be able to fully like and approve of her. But only if she breaks your heart.
I hope she does it, and soon. I want to watch you as you're being destroyed.
5 years ago I fell in love with you. During that whole time you have had girlfriend after girlfriend, and I pretended not to care. I have nearly had boyfriend after boyfriend, but it never worked out. Now I am about to break yet another guy's heart, because I can't stop comparing them to you. It hurts to say this because I love you so much, but I wish I had never met you.
i don't even know how to put my secret into words, hopefully just mentioning i have one is enough
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