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“I hate that I love her because she’ll never love me back. I want her to, but I want her to be happy and that’s the hardest thing in the world because I either have to give up or feel for her from a distance.”

“I broke heart and I broke her trust. I regret ever leaving the house that night.”

“Best advice for anyone out there. Act like it’s your last day on earth as soon as you wake up.”

“There’s nothing in this world that is unlovable.”

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“I thought she loved me”

“I’ve been heartbroken before, we all have i’m sure. I haven’t learnt to love myself like everyone says, I haven’t learnt to forgive and forget and I haven’t learnt to let go. Love is so damn painful and so damn lonely if it doesn’t work out. I find myself clinging to pillows tighter and tighter wishing I were holding someone else in my arms. I seek attention from somebody who needs me. I just wish it were easy to be in love, but it’s really not. The hardest part is that they might not even be feeling this pain like I am. She comes to me for help when she needs it and I help because I’m a good person. She wants nothing else to do with me other than use me as an outlet for her frustrations. It’s annoying but I’m at least wanted for something. Desperation is killing me.”

“I’ve never really cared for labels. I used to be a really sad kid deep down and covered it up with my energy and jokes but deep down I was hurt. I got so used to being laughed at, that was the only thing I felt brought people to me. I used to smash my head on bricks in primary school, I used to go to the art room and drink turpentine and find anything I could to make me feel something. I never seemed help other than talking to the school councillor just to get out of some classes. Nobody knew i was like this until I started throwing up because of my weight. I got sent to the ER once because I threw up too much everyday and only my mom knows about it. I spent so much time around other people who were depressed all the time and I spent all of it trying to cheer them up, when in reality we were all bringing each other down. We were sheep, following the crowd which is why I stopped being there emotionally for them. Most of the time, it just felt like they wanted to be part of something, I felt that way too. I did so much dumb shit in highschool just because I wanted to fit in with my friend group. I see post nowadays that talk about how hard highschool is and how depressed their are and wanting to end themselves. I just want to say that even though highschool is like that, you’ll make it if you keep going. You’ll learn that you have nothing to prove and all you have to do is be yourself. The real world is waiting for new and you can bring it. So yeah, I’ve never been fond of labels. Calling myself depressed, having anxiety, ADHD and whatnot. I used to think it’s all bullshit to personally give yourself labels. I control my life, I give myself my limits and I choose when to give up and how much I can handle. There’s no point in being sad and giving up because there are so many options out there. How to avoid things, how to get through things. We all have our own ways so just find them. I’ve said too much. Thank you for listening. You can post this if you want.”

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“If you truly like someone, wouldn’t you want to tell them? I don’t know why we get so scared to tell someone how much we admire them”

“I just feel comfortable around them. We haven known each other for too long and there aren’t any butterflies or weak knees. There’s just safe space. We both have our insecurities and we both reassure each other but I can’t help but wonder why it’s me who’s the lucky person to even be friends with them. We watch the stars at night, listen to the same music and cuddle up close in bed but I don’t think they have feelings for me. I always feel like it’s one sided and im pushing my luck. We flirt and laugh together, talk about ourselves and share all our deepest secrets but what if I’m supposed to just be a friend? I get so worked up on something that I shouldn’t, right? I just wish there was a right way to do things. God I’m so happy just being with them, but it pains me to be so confused and clueless. I just want to be happy together with them.”

“We met in the cinemas when he accidentally sat in my seat. He’s not a dreamy guy or smart or really anything out of the ordinary. Just a normal guy. I walked up to him and asked what seat he had and he said B12, but that was my seat. Instead of moving or finding an employee, he scoots over to the seat next to him and gestures me to sit down. As the movie started, I asked why he was watching by himself and he said ‘I’m not by myself, I’m watching with you.’ I��ll have you know, that was the smoothest shit i had ever heard. I started blushing and at some point in the movie I got tired and fell asleep. I woke up resting ON HIS SHOULDER. Everyone had already left and the credits were rolling. He asked me what I was doing and we went and got dinner together. To this day, I love him with all my heart and we’re happily married with 2 children. Love is out there people. It can come to you, you can go searching for it or it can accidentally bump into you out of nowhere. There are great people out there just waiting to be found.”

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Anonymous users:

“I know she doesn’t like me, but that tiny chance that she does is what keeps me going. No matter how much it hurts, that chance will be worth it.”

“My parents aren’t the type to say ‘I love you’ or any of that. Sometimes i just feel like it’d be nice to hear some form of appreciation or pride in me. We do so much for each other, yet the respect is one sided.”

“My highschool teachers said I could never make it out in the real world just because I was too energetic. I now own my own business and am thriving successfully.”

“I feel sorry for the broken hearted. I’ve been in a relationship for years and cannot imagine my life without her. She’s all I want to look at and be with. I’m the luckiest guy in the world and the fact that not everyone experiences this is sad.”

“Every time I post something on my story, I’m checking every 30 seconds just to see if she looks at it. Just to see that she’s even a little interested in my life.”

“I was made to make people laugh, even if I’m hurting. I don’t think I can fall in love because I can’t see myself suiting anyone. I’m not made for love, just laughter. It hurts knowing I’ll never be good enough to love but just good enough to make others laugh for a bit.”

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Anonymous: Like most, I fall in love so easily. I’m committed and kind, I’m loving and give more than I take. I’ve been head over heels for a girl for the past few years and every time I feel like it’s time to move on, I find myself looking back at her. In the past, she’s told me she isn’t looking for a relationship and that I’m too ‘innocent’ or ‘nice’ and she doesn’t want to ruin that. I’m not going to change the way I am if we date or anything. I just want that connection and warmth. My past relationships haven’t been that great and neither have hers. I want to make her feel safe and I trust myself more than anyone to be able to do that. I know it’s selfish of me to think that way, but I think it’s true and therefore it is. I feel so comfortable in her Gaze and I can’t even make eye contact with close family members. I get that people need their own time to get comfortable and I also get that it’s not always going to happen. I just don’t want to throw away opportunities to be someone she can feel safe with and just breathe.

Anonymous (AKA: J): I write music for a living. All of my lyrics are written for this one guy I’ve liked for a while and I don’t even know if he knows I write about him. I write like we’re already married and having a happy life but in reality it’s all just me dreaming about what we could be. I write all of my lyrics hoping that they would someday reach him but no matter how hard I try, he seems so far away. I’m too anxious to say it to his face but I’m so tired of hiding. I’m not scared of rejection or my career, I’m just scared of losing how we are and what we’ve got going. It’s so painful to keep going like this because the longer this goes on, the more he could lose interest in me. He was the first person to ever listen to my music. He was there from the start and he has supported me through all of it. If he ever finds this, I want him to know that he’s just as loved and appreciated as he is for everyone else around him. If you end up reading this (you know who you are), thank you for always being here for me. -J

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