What am I doing? You left me a week ago. Where do I start? I love you. I miss you. I’m hurt and confused. I’m sorry.
I feel sick; that phone call was the worst thing ever besides hearing you cry. I’m not happy. How did this happen and so fast?
I know things will be easier once I move on and out of this house. I think about you constantly. I thought I was making the right decision, as painful as it was.
How do I go back? How do I get you back? I was being so selfish and all I had to do was try. Try not to be so afraid.
I go through the motions to rebuild, but my gut is making me sick, as I keep pulling myself further from you. I am ashamed.
I am ashamed I hurt you. Can you recover from your wounds? Can we recover from this mess? Can I recover from these thoughts?
Confusion. Questions. This is not what I want?
Don’t feel too bad, it’s way better than not giving a shit. Breakups always suck.
“I would go out tonight, But I haven’t got a stitch to wear”
lol@this letter. So easy to spot a Belle and Sebastian fan.
This one just makes me sad. Let’s have more posts about ferrets.
Love is a lie. Feel better now?
Nothing here a case of Ice House and a pack of Luckies wouldn’t cure.
Rihanna?
What on Satan’s Scorched Earth is this IA whining about?
^5 @2
Some of you make vultures look humane…..ah, hipster humor: misery is sooooo funny. Considering how emo some of you are, that is ironic. As for you Anon, I would take Jake’s advice. Good call
this reminds me of a PG Wodehouse story. Let’s call Anonymous “Stanley” and let’s call the other person “Mabel”. Then this IA, instead of being titled “March 6th” could be called “A Bit of Luck for Mabel”.
Hey # 3, I still recall patiently awaiting the Belle and Sebastion here in Portland -9/11. The whole city shut down, but they still came out to play – and it was such a nice release after the horrors of the day.
And they were classy about what had happened too.
I still loves me some B&S.
And I’m still a sucker for tragic love stories.
Do your parents know you’re using the computer this late?
I think I wrote this same thing when I was 13 and I dumped my first girlfriend. Let’s see some emotional maturity champ!