The day the angels fell.
asked by anon.
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He has a lot of personal problems that he needs to work out by himself (depression, self-harm, etc). He needs to focus on himself before he can focus on having a girlfriend. I completely understand where he’s coming from though. He needs help and he suggests I get some too, but I don’t really want it.
I think I’d be a lot more okay with us breaking up if it wasn’t so sudden. If he sat me down and talked about it, it wouldn’t hurt as much. But yeah
People keep telling me that. And that he’s just one of many— but they’re wrong. He’s not just some guy. He knows me inside and out, every secret, everything. I’ve memorized him completely. He knows just what to say to make me smile and make me feel beautiful and worthwhile. It’s hard to but it in words but it just feels right with him. I don’t think I’ll ever get that with someone else. I can’t lose him, not completely. He’s everything to me and now he’s gone
I sound so stereotypical omg
It’s more than just a heartbreak. He knows everything about me. I don’t trust people, but I trusted him (still do) and then he broke my heart.
Dying and heartbreak are basically the same thing
I think I’m dying
I’ve been crying for 30 hours straight. Anyone have tips on reducing puffy eyes?
There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”