I can’t talk about a future with her, she has her walls up. I have to think twice, sometimes thrice, before I say something; just to make sure she doesn’t get reminded of what you did.
If you know that you can’t be what I need, stop clinging on to us, because I know that I’m not yet strong enough to resist your pull.
I liked you. A lot. And I felt this strong connection whenever I was with you. But you never really outwardly expressed that you felt the same way and I didn’t want to ruin what was a very beautiful friendship.
You stopped feeling the same way about me and it killed me. I struggled between trying to let you go and feeling so alone and empty that I needed to fight for you.
Keep you up all night long because it’s exactly what you need kind of way.
The idea that a girl might possibly enjoy sex wasn’t a concept that was ever spoken about in the secondary school playground; it was always reluctantly avoided within the awkward walls that hosted those dreadful sex-ed classes.
Looking back at the happiest times in my life, none of them involved social media.
No court. No charges. No solution. In that moment, my university decided that standing for student athletes was more valuable than standing for the victim.
We should worry about not finding the efficient cure for mental disease.
I craved the satisfaction from guys who were so below my standards that I look back in utter disbelief at my actions.