| | 15874 | | The fact that you won’t be fucking random dudes from the internet is actually a good thing. The world did you a solid. You’d think you’d get that but you’re over there sulking like a teenager. Get the fuck over it. | | | | | 15873 | | It’s not the end of the world, but we’re getting there. | | | | | 15872 | | You ignored me
I gave up on you
You draw me in
I push away
You tell me to stay
I can’t anymore
You fall away
I follow you. | | | | | 15871 | | I fell in love with her or maybe just the idea of her and then she broke my heart and not once did I ever tell her I had feelings for her. The pain is completely my fault for rushing in and thinking I was being someone I’m not. On some level she knows that I care for her but not to the extent it was and still partiality is. I’ve come to realize she may never feel the way I do because she is surrounded by other men telling her how wonderful and funny and beautiful she is. I know she’s hurting and she covers it up and I just want to take care of her. A woman like her is impossible to find and I’ll keep fighting for her without vesting my entire heart until she’s ready because she does have feelings for me I’m normally not wrong, I think she just got scared. I think about her nonstop and I wish that would change so that if she never lets me I won’t get hurt again on some other level. Regardless of everything she has completely changed my life in so many ways. I’m sharing more of myself with the world now. She’s helped me discover parts of me that I thought were gone for ever. Maybe one day she’ll intiate the conversation before I do. My one wish is that I’d like to start over. I’m not who I was. | | | | | 15870 | | she comes back to tell me she's gone.
what a line.
she did too.
just let go she said.
and my travelling companies are ghosts and empty sockets.
pretty much.
| | | | | 15869 | | Its been a long time ... I have had no contact with SJB I am respecting her desire to not know of me. However, I did just have a little ray of light. I found something on line, that lead me to something she shares publicly - although I know she would rather have nothing shared with me again ever - still, I found it. I got to see her and hear her. I messed up, this I know. I will suffer for it, out of sight. But at least I heard her voice, and that is better than nothing. | | | | | 15868 | | well i might be the only person in the word here but it feels good to get it out. SJB ... for a smart enough person I am not at all tech savvy. So when SJB blocked me on LinkedIn, and when my other avenues to her were closed, I had no idea what happened. I actually worried she had died. So i did some digging and figured out where she worked and I actually called her. This was a few years ago. "Hi, I'm looking to speak with Sara" Then her voice, "This is Sara." I shrunk. I heard my voice, so timid, "Umm, hi its me ..." She told me she couldn't talk now, but I heard it in her voice she was pretending for the people at work listening, what she wanted to say was "fuck. you." Better to have loved and lost? I don't think so. On her birthday I put a little note out on twitter, you never know, she might look one day and see it and know that I care. She told me to 'just let go' and I never did. | | | | | 15867 | | Wow. I was the last person here, 5 years ago and I still think about SJB every day. I remain silent, peeking in when I can (too often) but never bothering her or upsetting her life. I was really close to her the other day, maybe 20 minutes away. Tough. | | | | | 15860 | | 15856 ... I'm back again, I still think about SJB every day. I'm 44, I cried tonight and I haven't cried in years. I didn't cry when my dad died. I guess there is something noble, maybe(?) about suffering in silence. I'd love to pick up the phone, but I know it wouldn't be welcome. I've been wandering for years, I'll keep wandering. I love you Sara. | | | | | 15857 | | I don't know why, but I'm not completely over this person tha t used to be in my life. It wasn't for very long, and we didn't know eachother for very long beforehand either, but for some reason I can't really stop thinking about her. It's really a recent thing too. I go through periods of being alright, then to thinking about her. It wasn't right how she treated me but then I go and start making excuses for her on account of her deeply troubled past. I should definitely stick up for myself more, even if someone has had a troubling life, it doesn't give them the right to treat me like a second class citizen. I have the right to my feelings, and she didn't give me tha t right. The truth is, after she broke up with me, she pushed for us being friends not for me, because it was obviously killing me, but more for her. In the end she got closure, and I didn't get anything.
I'm mad. Maybe I feel guilty about it because of the aforementioned tough life of this girl and that I shouldn't hate on someone who has had such a hard life, but not acknowledging that has been hurting me for a while.
It still wasn't right for her to do what she did, and I sseserve better than that. I deserve a better friend who actually cares about my well being. One whose actions match up to their words. | | |
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the idea is for anyone to anonymously confess to anything. it actually feels kind of good to know that someone will read it.
this is completely confidential. no information about you or your computer is stored. in fact, we only collect the text you type, the date, and a random number.
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