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Space Time

on the nature of love… any help would be kind.

by love.lost.gone 1/17/2013

written by love.lost.gone

in the hopes and pursuit of love, even a damaged and broken love, where is the line between determined devotion and the space, time and distance needed to be able “miss” someone.

basically, i am unable to think clearly because my heart is in so much pain. i want to reach out every day and try my hardest to prove i won’t give up on her… on “us” really, but she has to be able to miss me too.

how do i ardently pursue her, and at the same time allow her to feel my absence enough to wish me to return?

any thoughts from any one would […]

1/17/2013 2 comments

I dont deserve to live.

by hugoka 12/29/2012

written by hugoka

I dont deserve to live. Thats what I think, and thats what I feel everyone else should think about me. Ever since i’ve become a teenager my life has just been shit. You’ll probably say im just overreacting. You’re probably right. But i cant help it. I just hate myself so bad I can barely describe it. Im a failure at life. I had friends, then I lost them, im socially awkward, im a freak, im a coward, im pessimistic, im selfish, im useless, im dumb, im slow and im narrow-minded. I feel like Gods mistake. Aparrently God gave everyone a good trait, but not […]

12/29/2012 3 comments

My Life Is’nt Worth Living Anymore

by BrokenStar 11/22/2012

written by BrokenStar

For the past 10 or 12 years i have known that things in my life weren’t right. How on earth did i allow my sad pathetic life come to this? Alls i know is that i can’t take it anymore, constant thoughts of suicide even if i haven’t guts to do it i still have this strong feeling of wanting to die. I often question my very existance. I do understand what people are trying to do when they write stuff like ” It will get better” stuff like that, but at the same time it never does get any better. Just a few things […]

11/22/2012 5 comments

Time Stands Still

by QuixoticNomad 4/7/2012

written by QuixoticNomad

In Othello, Desdemona is smothered by her lover, Othello. Throughout the past year I’ve been telling myself I could never do that to you(I could never do that, physically, to you). However, it dawns on me that my pounding on your door when you needed space was in fact me smothering you. I am smothering you now just by sending you this letter. I am so sorry for this, for everything.

Bronte said it best between Jane Erye and Rochester: There is something inexplicable beneath my left ribs that was once connected to you in a similar fashion; but that connection has been severed and now […]

4/7/2012 1 comment

Damaged Goods

by cryingout13 3/19/2012

written by cryingout13

I dont know where to begin. I was an only child of divorced parents. Both of them remarried when I was 5. My dad and step mom brought Â my wonderful brother in this world when I was 7. I was young then so i really didnt see where the attention was going. But as the years came and went and i was around 13 thats when I started cutting myself, in middle school. 8th grade to be exact. I used to lie about it and say that I cut myself on a bush or some bull shit like that. I used anything I could, broken […]

3/19/2012 1 comment