i will forever regret not loivng him the way i should havve...will never forget and praoy we meet again

You thought I hated you because I sat, leaving your texts unanswered. When in reality, behind every message I read were the tears I cried. All i did was love you while you drank away the passoonate, tender soul you have below all of the hatred you have for yourself. I cant save u

It's funny how the ones who have hurt me the most are actually supposed to be my family. Whoever said blood is thicker than water clearly had a family who loved them. I will rise above this though, i know that but for now im letting myself be weak momentarily. Be kind to people.

I want to live. I don't want to break the hearts of everyone that loves me. I have to live

My Dad beat my Mom in front of me one Saturday night. I was screaming for him to stop, but he didn't. I don't like how quickly our family moved on from that; pretending like it was a bad dream, that we're still going to be okay.

At first, I was scared. I didn't want to fail, to be the thing i always hated. But nobody prepares you for adulthood, and the scars that mar your skin. I have failed myself. Now, I am scared no more. That is what counts, isn't it? I shall face my fears. You should do so too.

I find it increasingly difficult to be myself

My entire life I have been afraid of one thing or the other.

The hardest thing about being a good parent is the long slow realization that will never need you in the way they once did.

I still think about my last few exes at least once a day. It has been 5 months and I'm still angry. I feel like an idiot for letting myself be vulnerable with any of them. They probably don't even think about me at all anymore, so why do I keep expending my own energy for them??

life is good. keep going.

In the secret of His presence How my soul delights to hide Oh how precious are the lessons Which I learn at Jesus' side! Earthly cares can never vex me Neither trials lay me low; For when Satan comes to tempt me, To the secret place I go

to my ex, who never once stopped being hypocritical and manipulative: i hope you're well. i forgive you. i hate you. i hope you're in hell. you betrayed me, turned our friends against me, made me see the light in life and bv the end of it all you turned your name into profanity.

i used to be on worldstar now im on newsweek

My life sucks. Enojy yours.

If you are a millionaire and dont directly help the community around you (not just your immidiate family) in a signifigant way, aociwty will never get better.

Endosex people are so mean sometimes

I didn't do much today, but thats okay

I cant fail my kids..

I quit my dream jon to save myself. I feel broken. But I had to.

Miss you too much mom..

my love for her lead me going to therapy, repairing friendships, and reconnecting with my family. Our love for eachother is the glue that binds my world together. May we all feel loved and love others in this way.

i love experimenting with open source AI models on my own machine, but I'm sick to death of being forced to use AI to write code at my job.

I wish so badly that you knew how much I 've changed. We were never right for each other and never will be, but I still loved you more than anything else in the world.

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When I in college my mom bought me a shoe, its expensive shoe later I trade it for 3 pair. I dont know why mom bought it since she only had one cheap shoe she use for whole year. I love you mom, I would sold my world just to see you smile

i'm going to PISS out of my ASS

Já potkal chodce z končin prastarých, ten děl: „Bez trupu nohy kamenné ční v poušti, v písku blízko vedle nich tlí rozbitá tvář, čelo svraštěné, rty šklebné, v nichž se chladný povel mih’, dí: ‚Sochař uměl čísti vášní vření, jež vryty v mrtvou hmotu žijí dál než hruď, jich zdroj,

They dont want kill all human. They want slave.

Oftentimes the things we regret the most are the opportunities we didn't take. Like just saying yes to just keep on driving with her brothers truck to the Great Sand Dunes instead of heading back home.

When death comes, I will greet him like an old friend

There's more to life than forbidden feelings The smile of a boy, warm as a summerday Leaves a tingle of awe and a tingle of fear The burden of regret for desiring wrong To keep walking along the right path The joy of his smile slowly fading away As the distance pains my heart

Stop procrastinating!

My current lover might be going monogamous with their other lover and I'm feeling nervous about it

I no longer want to be associated with other Americans. I have regrets about not fighting for my Country.

Stop doing things that make you unhappy. Practise makes perfect.

Our education is desperately needs to be reevaluated. Employers keep looking for skills that are hard to come by in school. The theory is good but a similar emphasis on skills is needed.

I wish I still had the first CD I burnt when I was 8 years old, my brother helped me pick out songs I liked at the time.

People pleasing must be the height of tragedy especially when it comes to love. Lacking the courage to share genuine feelings and in the end being trapped in a place you feel uncomfortable is neither good for you nor the other person. It delays, it doesn't solve.

Life did not turn out as i thought, I never feel settled but thankful for what I have

I never stopped loving my first love. She shapped me and even after years of therapy, I still seach out a love like her's that I know I'll never have again.

im so tired of it all so. genuinely. tired. i just want to go to sleep and never wake up

Life is a strange phenomenon. Of what use is it. We come, we live, we leave. All the same, what truly has meaning? At the end of the day what trully matters?

i prayed for my grandfather to die at the end. i couldnt watch him suffer anymore. i still dont know if that was love

ive been reading my husbands texts for 4 years. he has never done anything wrong. i cant make myself stop

i secretly hated my own wedding. every single thing about it. i was acting the entire day

my dog died last year and i still havent told my parents. they keep asking how she is. i keep saying shes doing good

i havent told my wife that i lost my job. its been 6 weeks. i leave the house every morning. i dont know how to undo this

sometimes i feel real relief when plans get cancelled. even with people i love. then i feel terrible. then i feel relief again

i lied on my resume for years. nobody ever checked. i kept getting promoted. i still wonder what im actually capable of

i hope my coworker doesnt get the promotion before me. i would be happy for her on the outside but inside i would crumble

i never told her i loved her back because i thought we had time. we didnt. its been three years

when you said you missed me i wanted to say i missed you more. i was scared so i said yeah me too. i meant so much more than that

you were not actually my best friend. you were just the only person who would call me back. i think youre still like that with someone else

to my old roommate. you stole from me. i knew the whole time. i just didnt want to make it weird

dad i didnt actually want to study engineering. i went because you were proud and i didnt know how to disappoint you. its been 12 years

i loved you the whole time. even after you got married. even after your kids. im sorry

mom i know you read my journal when i was 14. i never said anything but it changed how i felt about you for years

i never told my brother how much it meant that he sat with me at the hospital. he probably doesnt remember. i remember every minute

my granddad said right then before he did anything. doing the dishes. standing up from a chair. right then.

i told my best friend in fourth grade that i loved her best. she said she loved kayla best and me second. i still remember what she was wearing

there was a stray cat behind our chicago building that only my brother could pet. she would hiss at everyone else. she chose him

eating cereal at 2am with my sister the week after our mom died. neither of us could sleep. we didnt talk. it was enough

the smell of my high school boyfriends hoodie. acrylic paint and clean laundry. i would know it anywhere

dad teaching me how to drive in the church parking lot. he was so calm. i didnt know he was scared until much later

the way the sun hit the carpet in our old apartment at 4pm. i thought every apartment had that light. they dont

my grandma always put the kettle on before saying hello. the visit didnt start until the water was on

an app where you say what you have in your fridge and it tells you which neighbor you should give it to

i want a job where i show up to weddings i wasnt invited to and dance well enough that nobody asks who i am

someone should make a phone that only works between 8am and 8pm. battery dies otherwise. for our own good

what if grocery stores had a clearly marked quiet hour and a loud hour. i would only ever go during the quiet one

every apartment should come with a hidden room nobody told you about. just a small one. for reading or hiding

cafe but only people who are alone. no wifi. you have to make eye contact with one stranger before you leave

there should be a word for finding an old playlist from someone you used to be

what if streetlights got slightly dimmer the later it got. like the city was whispering go home

been crying in my car between meetings for almost three months and nobody at this job has noticed

why do doctors always look surprised when i tell them the pain is actually bad

i wasted my entire twenties trying to be impressive to people who dont remember my name

neighbor upstairs has been doing what i can only describe as bowling. every night at 11pm this whole week

im so tired of pretending to love this job. everyone here talks about purpose. im just trying to make rent

my boss said i was doing great in front of the whole team and 20 minutes later told me i need to grow up. cant tell which one was real

spent 4 hours on the phone with insurance today. they keep saying my claim is being processed. it has been 7 months

my mom called again to ask if im still single. like its a project im behind on