I ruined us. I ruined what little we have left after our fights. I'm sorry for holding the string too tight and breaking what fragile thread keeps us intact. It is a cruel thing, to destroy what I have wanted from the very beginning. Then comes the heartbreaking truth that maybe this is not the… Continue reading The Girl Who Broke His Heart
The world has become your map. From the small playground of that one-horse town, you have broken free of the tradition and carved out a path of your own. I congratulate you—for only the brave can disregard rules and follow her principles. People misunderstand your courage for rebellion, your tears for manipulation. Stand tall! You… Continue reading To the Girl Who Lost Her Way
Lately, I have been depressed. I thought writing - something I have loved all my life - is my curse. I thought I hurt people with my words, I thought I create distance between myself and those that I love. I was wrong. Writing is without doubt the greatest gift of my existence. I have… Continue reading Live. Love. Write.
Have you ever cried just because you're you? I have always thought writing is a gift. Now I think it's a curse. It's my curse. I wish I didn't feel things so deeply, didn't care too much, didn't love so selflessly. I wish I could erase who I am, cease existing, and just float across the universe… Continue reading The Girl with the Scars
I look at the mirror and always hate what I see. I'm sorry I don't feel pretty. I don't think I deserve to allow myself to believe that I am beautiful—not with all these scars I carry. I am hideous. I am a distortion of physical flaws and mental instability. I look at other girls… Continue reading A Letter of an Insecure Girl
It can be painful sometimes, I know. It makes you feel bad when she writes her heartaches whenever you fight. It makes you hate her for using you again to write her words. It makes you wish you’d never fallen in love with someone like her. But consider this: Have you ever had someone pour… Continue reading Of Loving A Writer
Maybe the reason why she kept asking if I loved her was because of me. I’ve stopped showing her off—I no longer post her pictures, write status about her, or tag her with silly memes. I no longer reply to her comments of sweet nothings and she just deletes them when I ignore them. For… Continue reading To The Girl Who Loved Me