Don't even try to pretend this isn't what you wanted. You were very clear in the text you sent. Don't twist things around to fit your own need to feel like the bigger person. You didn't fight to hold on to me, and for that you'll never be able to again.

"I just don't want you to get hurt". Thanks for the FUCKING concern, but it's too late for that. Initials for names.

I feel like we are always doing something, or waiting to do something. We have become over-scheduled as a culture. No one takes their time anymore. There is a rush order on life, and I’m saying “no”! I want to stroll. Maybe even take a couple rest stops on the way.

Another year has gone by, and all I feel I have to show for it is a hand-full more of complicated life situations. And a sweet tattoo on my wrist. No real deep thoughts, or revelations. Instead I have some bills, some friends, and a slight sunburn.

I miss the feeling of new love. When you meet someone you are truly excited about, and their phone call is the highlight of your drive to work. Someone who can't wait to see you. Where is that? Does dating become more logical, more like something to work for the older we get? I feel like I am shopping for better qualities, and placing safer bets. ( Read more... )

I don't want to settle, but sometimes it's hard to know what you're doing.

As of late, I have found myself in a challenging and unfair living situation. I have also heard some nasty rumors about myself that have frustrated me. I need seven hundred dollars by December 5th. My roommate ditched on me a week before rent is due. And in no way am I doing coke and hooking up with men. It's a nasty drug that brings only trouble, ( Read more... )

I think it's unfair. Don't try to APOLOGIZE because you knew what you were doing. I knew what I was doing when I told you to man up. The beach at two a.m. and the adventures around this city are just a game. I don't play anymore. I retired from that last season. As for the former: I want my clothes back. Maybe some respect, but mostly I just want ( Read more... )

I don't know how I got here, but I can't wait to get out. I just don't want to feel this anymore. It's been one hit after another since that morning. And now the constant taste of blood is a reminder of everything that's preceded this fall. It was a physical culmination of words exchanged. A rock to the face.

Are our attitudes towards dating jaded? I feel like we only focus on the negative experiences of others; are we just waiting for the worst to happen? When did dating change from working for the best and having faith in ourselves and others in to fearing for the worst and suspecting infidelity out of our partners? There has been a big loss of hope ( Read more... )