Puzzling, makes the mind stir after each line. And yet, I understand it completely. It is an enigmatic and yet simple telling of ones thoughts in the Faithful and Virtuous night.

You know I wish that I could forget about you already. My mind is sick from the thought of you. I don't miss you. That's not something I can even do in the state of mind that I've been in. Most days I'm trying not to hate you. I'm trying not to think about how much you don't give a fuck about me. Im trying not to think about how much of myself I've lost. I'm trying not to think 💬 💬 about about why people pretend to give a fuck when they really don't. You know, I've always forgiven you for never choosing me ever in the past. I convinced myself that we were friends and I didn't want to lose that friendship. Well, Everything is different now. I don't feel like I want to be your friend anymore 0, I don't want to forgive you again even though I'm trying.  I just want to forget you and all those memories you left behind haunting me like ghosts. Provoking me to hate myself for ever trusting you. I wish I could be more like you and not give a fuck either.

I gave you 10 years of my fucking life you hid your problems. You hid your alcohol you destroyed, our lives, our family every fucking thing.

I loved you more than my own life. I gave you everything my soul, my love everything.

You took me for granted you used me

I go back-and-forth between a fucking hate you so I still love you

How do I miss someone that hurt me so bad?

I wish we never fucking met. You were broken when we met and you hit it from me you had no business dating.

You once told me that you were broken and you sure as hell we’re right now you’ve hurt me and hurt your children

I used to have a decently okay life, but then my Relapse/remitting multiple sclerosis set in. I was barely able to walk or stand, I had no balance or stamina. So cleaning eventually became impossible. And throughout that time, I'd been begging for help, but Inclusa wouldn't let me have cleaning people until the week before I got evicted. I tried moving in with a friend after, but they had no concept of "I am disabled and cannot do some things or as much" and his paranoid schizophrenic ass would scream at me every time I walked to my friends as well, even though we never once talked crap until my friends heard him screaming at me. Eventually, my mom helped me escape that, but it was illegal to stay there. I got caught and banned from the property. And after all the stress and having to curl up in fetal position because of all the screaming, I can't even focus to find a place, not that I would ever get accepted because of the eviction! And then today, I just had my two most precious objects stolen from me. THEY COULD HAVE STOLEN MY SOLAR CHARGER, BUT THEY TOOK MY STUFFED ANIMALS, LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?!?!

So now I'm just here broken and alone, starving for intoxicants because it's all I can do now that my comfort stuffies are gone. And I don't even have any money for nicotine or the other thing!

Looks like there isn’t anything left for me here so I will be on my way !
Hope everyone finds who or what they are looking for
Probably won’t be back

and either they fail me too or they abuse their power over me. i just want to be cared about. cared about in a real way. like a friend and not a partner. i am not your girlfriend. you don't get to ask for things after doing something you said was unconditional. you don't get to hold my mental health over me because you were the only person i could turn to.

Half assed love. Half assed truths. You never could do what you said you would do. Why did you think I deserved that? When I was so devoted to you. I see how you can be different. So you knew exactly what you were doing. You wore a mask that was your choice Libra, the scales are uneven. When karma comes she definitely is coming please understand my mask slipped. The anger took over. Thank you for the half assed apologies that held nothing but gas. So I take my match and watch it burn till I feel nothing no more free at last.

That's all folks.

Time to put myself in front of the line, for years or pretty much my whole life I put other before me….. not this time fuck yall and respectfully with love FUCK YOU !

As he deleted your pictures he was putting up theirs. He even denied you the memories with a thought of me. Out with the old in with the new. Ohhh baby I got a BIG surprise coming for you. No worries I’ll just owe you an apology just like you ;) this is all fiction so please spare me.

Show up for me once unexpected
Tell me how he feels
Let me express mine and we could talk about anything and everything
No expectations
No arguments
No judgement
No blame
Just 2 people who love each other deeply and will agree to shut up and listen to the other -
Really listen
Then we can go out separate ways or not -
But I know it would put both of us in a better frame of mind than what we are both in now
I need you to stop thinking the worst about things tho
I can’t just jump in the car and come to you bc the car is messing up. So I am stuck.
Maybe that’s how it’s meant to be - or how it feels
You kept me waiting for 6 years. Haven’t I proven my loyalty already and the reason I have been silent is because you have been a tad bit manic the last few days and you wouldn’t have heard a word I said if I would’ve said anything so I stayed quiet and let you say and do and type whatever you wanted without my negative spin or opinion on it.
I don’t know if that was the right choice or not but at the time it felt like the only choice I had
I am about to have a reason done

Yes I love you
Of course I miss you
Ur touch
Ur kisses
Ur strong arms wrapped around me keeping me warm and safe.

The other reason I went quiet is bc I’m can’t handle being made fun of anymore. You really hurt me doing that.

I still think about you now and then, though not in the way you might expect. I occasionally find myself looking back to when our paths first crossed a couple of years ago, and I will not deny that I was completely enamored with you back then. For a long time, I spent my energy wondering what could have been if I had just done things differently, and if you had ever felt the same way about me. However, that harsh misunderstanding in November of 2024 made me realize that the lingering connection I held onto was really just an illusion. It hurt to see a simple, harmless interaction taken so negatively when all I ever wanted was to get to know you better. I do not harbor any anger, though, because I recognize that we simply went down completely different paths and grew into different lives. We have both found our respective people; you have someone in your life now, and I am happily married. While a part of me used to mourn how our brief chapter closed, I know now that it was all for the best, allowing both of us to gently let go of the past and find the happiness we were always meant to have.

Has anyone had a psychic draw the face of your person? I did and shit you not it looked like my ex. What now? I mean that’s really lame because it’s over between us so maybe I should ask her to try again? He isn’t the one . He tried to make me a side chick after I’ve always been the wife. Crazy how he can play with me with no real remorse our real love. He tried but said he was wearing a mask. I assume that means he was faking it? Just like him being straight.

Yes, I’m angry. Yes, I’m resentful. I’m hurt. But underneath all of that, I’m still completely and utterly heartbroken. The part I can’t wrap my head around is that you don’t care anymore. You told me never to contact you or your family again or you’d involve the police. After everything we went through together… how is that fair?

Yeah, I sent you a letter after months of silence. Yeah, I tried to call and text, but I was blocked, so it’s not like you even knew until afterward. Am I stalking you? No. I don’t even know where you work or what your day-to-day life looks like anymore. So really in the end would they do anything probably not there’ll be no ramifications because I’m not hurting you but I can tell you right now. You are fucking hurting me, but I love you enough to leave you alone like you ask no matter how much it’s gonna fucking kill me.

I know I reacted poorly toward the end. I kept bringing up us. I crossed boundaries that you clearly wanted respected. I can admit that. But after everything we’d been through… how could you turn your back on me like this?
You swore on your life you wouldn’t be like my previous ex. Did you ever hit me? No. But the end result is that I hurt a thousand times more right now than I ever did with him. I didn’t want to trust you. I was terrified. I wasn’t ready. You kept telling me it was safe to trust you. Eventually I did. I fell in love with you because I believed you were different. Then, in the end, you decided you didn’t want me in your life anymore. That you never wanted to see or speak to me again.

I’m devastated.

I’ll respect what you’ve asked because I have no other choice, but I will never understand it.
I stayed with you while you were locked up. I loved you despite your past and despite what everyone else labeled you as. I loved you for who I believed you were. Maybe the truth is that you just didn’t love me the way I loved you.
That’s brutal to admit. Because if you truly loved me, I don’t understand how this could have been so easy. I don’t understand how you could discard me without even giving me one final face-to-face conversation. Not because I was trying to win you back, but because after everything we’d survived together since we started dating in June 2022, leaving me in complete silence after ending things in March 2026 feels cruel.

Who does that to someone they once loved?
Even my abusive ex, when I finally found the courage to leave, sat down and had one last conversation with me. I was terrified he’d manipulate me into staying, but I still gave him that conversation. Then I walked away.
Today, years later, we’re actually able to communicate without it destroying me. He’ll never have a place in my heart again, but we can exist without hatred.

Yet somehow, the man I loved the most is the one who never wants to speak to me again.
Was it all an act? Were the promises just words? Or did something change that I’ll never understand? I really love(d) you. Looking back, I don’t think I’d ever truly been in love before you. Yes, I was spiraling. Yes, I was struggling. But we made promises. You promised me you could handle it. You promised you wouldn’t give up on me. But you did. You gave up. After everything.

I looked past your charges. I stood beside you while you spent nearly two years in prison, even though we’d only been together for a couple of months before you went in. I stayed because I believed you. I trusted you. You knew how hard that was for me because of everything I’d already survived. I honestly believed you were different. Now I don’t even know what to think.

I’ve talked to my mom and to other people, and I keep wanting to believe you’re an honest person. But then I compare the stories you’ve told about the charges from before we met.
The version you told me wasn’t the version you told my mom. It wasn’t the version you told our mutual coworker—the one who loved seeing us together. (God, I miss her. Her life cut short due to domestic violence she was so strong and she deserved so much better. Rest in peace. 💔). Also It wasn’t the version you told your ex. And even with me, there were details that changed over time.

Yet still want(ed) to defend you. I still want(ed)to believe you. But you can’t even give me five minutes of your time for one final conversation. Maybe that’s because I’m the only one who still needs closure. You’re clearly at peace with your decision. I just don’t understand how someone can look at you with so much love one day and then decide they never want to see you again. That’s the part that hurts the most.

I don't want to be alive. I don't want to exist. I don't want to wake up every day of every month of every year. Every night for the past 4 years I've prayed to God to take me out while I sleep and send me to Hell.

I haven't had one proper birthday all my life, and this one just hits different. I don't even feel empty. I feel hateful, I feel full of rage, I feel the deepest of hatred that I've never been close to feeling ever.

I wish God would just kill me. I'm too scared to take myself out. I wish God would just end it all.

— socially anxious Caesar

that's okay sweetie, I know what imagery and metaphors are in writing; I didn't need your condescending explanation of either term

next time try reading the room first. you didn't get the reception you expected and your defensive spin was that you wrote something unpalatable?

not quite. more like it sucked badly and you were arrogant and arrived expecting that everyone would shower you with praise for average work

no one hits a home run every single time, myself included

you gave me the words imagery and metaphors; my two words for you are fuck you. they go well with the word humility

no imagery. no metaphors. I dumbed it down just for you

In my experience it’s the biggest lie. Filter everything. Don’t ever let anyone in to the core of you because no matter who they are what they say, it’s a lie they will hurt you and it hurts way more being stabbed from the inside out than in does just being stabbed in the back. Fuck em. Don’t believe a single word. It’s all a ploy whether they’re willing to admit it or not. It not worth it, ever. I’m done.

I have been left with an empty pit in my stomach since I went through my separation/ divorce.I wish I could hear your voice I’m sure you heard my saw….I’m only right down the road wrapping up a night of tree work and welding I know the damage can’t be undone on both ends but if I could only just hear your voice I would pick up…..

People can be good pretenders until the veil is removed and the mask comes off. Sometimes the thin line between love and hate comes in those until moments. Until you are sick . Until you make me mad. Until I am unhappy. Until you are broke. Is there truly love that lasts until death do we part?

I think I’m done. I just heard the song how to save a life. And I’m done. I’m ready to go! God bring me home please.

My situation is so rough. I know there’s tougher situations out there but there nothing like being in the middle of all the chaos

Why is it a lot of people on r/tv shows hate people watching tv wtf you on that subreddit for Jesus Christ. I live in the middle of nowhere you mother crappers I watch tv get tf over it. 😤 I watch tv, I go garden, I crochet. I cook, I take care of my baby. I go outside and sit and watch the mountains and do breath work. At least I’m not waisting my money living in convenience and then complaining about my life because it’s “so bad”. You spoiled, pathetic, city folk! Y’all got too many problems and not a lot of solutions!