breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
Postcard Revenge
"It just isn't fun anymore Doreen," I sighed, absently stirring my coffee. "When we first met, we had so much fun, he always made me laugh, I never wanted him to go anywhere and now..." I trailed off and stared at my friend, trying not to take too much offense at the disappointment in her eyes.
By Clara Elizabeth Hamilton Orr Burns5 years ago in Humans
Contested
She clicked the send button. Off it went. Proofread by three Objectivist philosophers, and edited by a former employee of the Ayn Rand Institute (ARI), Gianna Aria’s submission for the Atlas Shrugged essay contest with a grand prize of twenty-thousand dollars, was on its way through the digital ether to be judged. She immediately considered her student loans and other debts, and hoped the path to financial freedom began on the pages of her essay.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Humans
Bitter Sweet
itter Taste Clouds Love has never had such a bitter taste since I met her. I thought I was prepared for anything in this game of life, but I was not ready for you. I wasn’t ready for the pain and suffering I was destined to go through. I should have known it would be toxic from the start. When I saw that purple mohawk, I should have known you were trouble. This Valentines I spent it alone, even though we were supposed to spend it together. I’m guessing you are with him or maybe someone else. I should have known you were cheating the first day we started dating. It was like we were never alone; you never gave our relationship a chance. It is like we were never really were together. I wish I hadn’t made plans with you, at least then you wouldn’t have to make a excuse. Now that I am sitting here in my dorm room alone, I can’t stop asking myself, “why do I keep on doing this”. What is the point of a relationship if you feel like you are alone even if they are starring you in the eyes? I should have noticed how cold your eyes were, even when they were burning with lust for me, but was it ever love? I don’t think so, if you did love me you wouldn’t hurt me like this. I already know the answer but for some reason I haven’t left you already. It is just a matter of time, till I find someone just like you. I wish I could handle being alone like I was before. It feels like you cracked me open and my soul leaked out. Like I could never live without you, but I need to. I have tried to be with so many other girls, but I keep coming back to you. I could have been with someone else today, but I only want to be with you. It felt like the red string of fait was a noose around my neck, it felt like I couldn’t breathe without her. I could feel that string killing me.
By Rodney Thomasearl5 years ago in Humans
Ivory Lies
I once fell in love with a sociopath. He told me the most beautiful ivory lies. Lies so stunning and fragile, like an intricate paper castle standing on a hill in the middle of a tornado. I believed every single one of them because they were breathtaking in their simplicity, just off-kilter enough to sound like truth (this is the trick to being a skillful liar, he would tell me later).
By Kemari Howell5 years ago in Humans
I’ve grown too strong to take you back
I’ve grown too strong to slip back into the abyss of self-doubt and unworthiness. I’ve taken control of my life to see endless possibilities instead of dead-end roads. I’ve nurtured my soul and found a reason to smile again. I’ve sat in my sadness and learned to overcome the spiraling fears of loneliness. I’ve trained myself to be assertive and no longer be used as a doormat. I’ve learned to embrace the moment instead of being depressed over my past. I’ve let go of people I’ve loved with all my heart to comprehend that I need to love myself more. I’ve taken chances and got out of my comfort zone to see miracles occur before my eyes. I’ve listened to my own gut instead of being persuaded by other people’s beliefs.
By Kristen Viscardi5 years ago in Humans
Escape
The sunlight was fighting to stream through the plastic blinds, as she rolled over, stretching her arms over her head on the flimsy pillow. Outside, the city was wide awake; horns were blaring, people were shouting, and she could hear the occasional siren wailing by. Though the sheets she lay on were threadbare and faded, the old mattress thin and dirty, she still smiled to herself. There was something luxurious about lazing in bed. Though for most people, something as simple as a nap might be a regular activity, for her, it was daring, rebellious -- especially considering the state of her dingy flat.
By Casandra Chesser5 years ago in Humans
The Aftermath Of A Break Up (Feat. Little Mix)
I know it's hard. On Sunday you were scrolling through social media and everyone had their hearts and flowers from their lovers. Celebrities were boasting on Instagram their romantic getaways and extreme Valentine parties with roses and red balloons scattered around their mansions. Then there's you. Watching it all unfold whilst you're going through a difficult break up that happened just before the most romantic day of the year.
By Bethany Gordon5 years ago in Humans
