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Stalked by a Special Ed Student
When I was in my senior year of high school, I was not exactly what you would describe as "cool" or even "socially competent." I had and still have MAJOR social anxiety, to the point where if I leave my room, it was a good day for me because I was pushing myself. So, as a result, I became friends with anyone who gave me the time of day. This actually led me to becoming very close with my good friend Caidence (name is fake to protect her identity).
By xcxsailormoonxcx8 years ago in Humans
Amnesia
Heartbreak can destroy you. It’s not the part where the relationship ends that makes it the hardest. It’s not how it took place, or where you were, or the last words that hung in the air like thick, black chimney smoke circling around you. It’s when you are sitting in bed at 3 AM with this empty, sulking feeling in your chest as you think back to the moments that lead up to the end. It’s remembering how it felt to hold their hand and be in their arms at night. It’s remembering how it felt to see their eyes look at you with pure adoration and love. It’s remembering how it felt to feel their lips against yours, as sweet as velvet, and the fluttering feeling that radiates from your body. It’s feeling complete for a single moment in this incomplete universe.
By Maddie Cale8 years ago in Humans
I Never Knew...
...I would feel this way about someone who could annoy me so much and who could be so sweet to every damn girl. I didn't realize that I was falling for you until one of my friends made me realize that the feelings were there... That what I thought was fake and unreal was actually true... It kind of hurts that I have to pretend every day now that I don't feel anything for you because when you found out you just left me... You treated me differently, you ignored me, you stopped caring about me, and you stopped talking to me...
By AnonAdventure .8 years ago in Humans
For the Girls Who Wish They Could Turn Back Time...
For The Girls Who Want To Turn Back Time I’ve watched so many movies. Movies about everything. EVERYTHING. Somehow the movies that have had the most lasting effect on me are the ones about love. My mom would tell me I was a “hopeless romantic,” a term I thoroughly detest seeing as how I don’t want to believe that there is anything hopeless about the idea of romance; I must have been about 12 the first time I heard it. I was late to the whole "boyfriend falling-in-love" game. My only love was acting. I thought boys were funny, welcomed their adoration, and would never turn down a kiss…but I was in no way interested in belonging to someone. And love? Love was a dish better served…from a far away distance—as far as I was concerned. My parents seemed to love one another though they split when I was about eight years old. Unlike many, I wasn’t devastated. My parents had this wonderful way of showing me how much they loved and respected one another despite their inability to make marriage work for them. My father, though flawed and adulterous, always showered me with the love a little girl so desperately needs to become a woman fully capable of being loved. My mother was what most mothers are—the disciplinary—but she was also soft and kind and she often cried to express her deep love. So, I wonder, how did I inevitably become a woman who often fantasizes about wiggling straight out of love’s reach?
By Iman Milner8 years ago in Humans
The Power of Relationships
Happy Valentine's Week! As a single male in my mid-20's, I wouldn't immediately put myself in the same category as Hitch... but I do have 24 years of experience with putting relationships as one of my highest priorities in life. I have always had a large number of acquaintances, but it was only until recently that I discovered the power of putting your closest friends at the top of the list. When you decide to emphasize the "power of relationships," you begin to develop more accountability, motivation, positive influence, and an overall sense of well-being in your life.
By Renner Winston8 years ago in Humans
Bullying
I do believe that bullying should be considered a hate crime. While a ten year old may think it’s all in fun, they may not realize the irreparable damage they are causing. If the behavior is allowed to continue, they may carry it with them up in to adulthood. By bullying I don’t mean simple picking and playing. The world has changed so much since people my age were children.
By James Howell8 years ago in Humans
Why Me? I Still Care
A silent whisper I can remember very well, but the voice didn't relate to my fiancé. I woke up immediately after the random stranger trying to finish his "I love you beau-". I sat up in Fowler's position and directly focused my vision toward the stranger in my bed.
By Bran C. Palmer8 years ago in Humans
Addiction Love
In today’s day and age, it's hard to find true love. Someone once told me I had to kiss a thousand frogs before I found my prince. I only kissed a few before I found him, only he was younger then I was, and I had just ended a long term relationship. As time passed, I thought about him every so often, even after he had found someone. I felt as though he had always been dedicated. Around the age of 13, he would go out of his way to ask me if his aunt and I were going out. Of course, for me, the awkwardness was that I was 19 years old and not quite into breaking hearts of little boys of that age. It wasn't until he was about 24 years old that I got the chance to see him again; see how handsome of a guy he had grown into. Even then, he'd go out of his way to chat with me. He'd even ask me out every time I'd see him after that. However, I always turned him down. I didn't want to ruin the long term friendship I had with his aunt. It was around this time I started thinking of him every so often. I went two years without seeing him at any of the parties she'd invite me to. I even stopped going after a while to any of the parties. It felt as though I was alone, just sitting there with no one to talk to. My friend would be busy hosting her party, which is understandable. I had gotten invited to one of her parties and I was able to convince my kids to go. Something that night, while I was getting ready, told me to look my best. Who knew that one day he'd become my prince? I wish I could show him my past, my past pain, and the happiness that no one knows of; the happiness I hide from most to see, because I don't want anyone to take it from me. He resides in some of those areas. He is the reason for some of my happiness.
By Deborah Portillo8 years ago in Humans
Wish I May, Wish I Might
I was still dreading coming back to my old high school. My mother was there when I got the ten year reunion letter in the mail. She would not stop bugging me about it. It got to the point of me feeling guilty of not wanting to go. Me being the nice one, I gave into her, so here I am dressed in a tight black dress with baby blue details, higher heels on than I have ever worn in my life, and a baby blue mask that was so itchy all I wanted to do was go back home. The theme of the reunion was ‘Hiding from the Past.’ I’ll give them credit, it was pretty clever. When I walked inside my old high school gym all I saw were a whole bunch of people with different colors and masks on. Some I could tell who they were just by watching their movements. Others I knew didn’t even go to our school so they had to be spouses or something. I looked down at my bare fingers feeling even lonelier now that I came.
By Jasmine Wedde8 years ago in Humans
