breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
The Essential Heartbreak
Oh, heartbreak. I know what it is; you know what it is; everyone knows what heartbreak is. While there are many different variations of heartbreak, and different reasons you may experience heartbreak, it's not an easy thing to go through and handle.
By Levi Sanders7 years ago in Humans
To the Guy who Broke Me...
I never actually saw myself writing one of these but here I am at 4 AM doing it. I was about to sleep but then memories came flooding in and all the feelings came back with it; the love, the hate, the lust, the pain, but most, the disappointment. I kept asking myself, where did I go wrong? I’ve blamed myself over and over and over again for the fact that you didn’t want to be with me anymore. You see, I made myself believe that I was the one at fault. That maybe you got tired of how clingy I was, or of how much I cared and how much I’ve invested my time in you. That maybe I was too much, like I called and texted too much, I wanted to spend time together too much, I wanted to hear from you too much kind of thing. We had so many plans together. We even talked about marriage and our careers. So it makes you wonder how somebody can be all about you one minute and then ignore you the next. I’ve tried to solve the mystery of how you and me went from being in love together to me being miserable. How all the promises that you once told me vanished the same day you decided to leave me, and how I was in constant pain and you were ok. How you went from being the sweetest guy I know to this guy I don’t even recognize. The cold hug and the awkward gaze, the short kiss and the small talks and how long before you left me I already felt we were drifting apart. Cause you see, I was still hoping I’d wake up one day with you right by my side telling me everything was going to be ok, that we were going to work things out and that you still wanted to be with me. Because I was still hanging on to every promise and all the plans we made.
By Gaylie Kolinz7 years ago in Humans
Five Octobers
October marks five years since leaving my abuser. Five years since finding my value and my worth. Five years since saving my life. Time has worn down the pain and has taught me forgiveness, but the memories are still there. As I celebrate the anniversary of my freedom this month, and as I celebrate the love I've found with my lovely husband, I find myself faced with reminders of the words, of the bruises, of the fear. Most recently, I find myself weighed down with the public discourse around the sexual assault allegations against Brett Kavanaugh.
By Jennifer Joyce7 years ago in Humans
He Didn't Trust Me
I'm not sure if this even counts as a relationship. I mean, who's to tell what even counts and what doesn't anymore, right? To me, it was puppy love and pressure. I never dated before this, I guess I would say, incident. I never knew what to do during these things (dating) and I never knew how to approach and respond to situations.
By Nhikkie Sagum7 years ago in Humans
Halloween x3
It is so difficult to write about certain thing. Like, why can’t people just get in my head and listen to my thoughts without me doing anything? Then again, they might get lost in my head… A lot of crazy shit goes on and sometimes (most of the time) even I can’t decipher it. A fourth of me wants to blame my anxiety/depression/whatever else my psychiatrist diagnosed me with. Another fourth wants to blame myself because, well… it is my fault. The other part doesn’t even want to think about anything really, but that’s nearly impossible and the last part is kind of… well, it's there. Did I do math right? Well, the point is there are a lot of sections that want to do different things. If starting a journal entry is a headache, how the hell am I supposed to explain my life? Let me go down memory lane about three years ago all the way up until today (October 3, 2018).
By Pauleen S.7 years ago in Humans
You Don’t Have to Stick Around
You found him. The man you knew you’d fall in love with, and over time you proved yourself right. In the beginning everything was oh so perfect. He opened door, took you out, bought you flowers and jewelry and little things to make you smile. It was all so perfect for he first few months. You knew this is exactly what you wanted. Until the day came that he showed his true colors.
By Makayla Wise7 years ago in Humans
I’m Allowed to Leave
I’m allowed. You’re allowed to leave a story that makes you unhappy, that doesn’t feel completely right. You’re allowed to walk away when you feel like you have tried everything in your power to make it work. Life is full of people settling for how they think they should feel and not how they want to feel. I don’t want to be like that. I want to feel happy all the time, at least as much as it is possible. I want to laugh, scream, cry, whenever the hell I want. I want to be… whoever I decide that is at the time.
By Erika Renee7 years ago in Humans
An Open Letter to My Ex Best Friend
Dear Stranger, We used to be the best of friends. Always together, and when we weren’t, we were at least always talking to each other. If you weren’t at my house I was at yours. You always made me smile, you always made me laugh, you always gave me something to look forward to. Whenever I was crying you were always there checking up on me. We always stayed up to the ends of the night talking about our lives on the phone. I loved you so much, I loved that you were my best friend. You told me everything, you let me know your problems, you let me know what you were thinking. I was always there for you and vice versa, but everything changed. I always knew friends could break your heart, but I never knew that this was going to happen to us.
By Miranda Hagins7 years ago in Humans
Listening
We were sitting in a hammock just looking at each other and talking about all of the little things that didn’t matter. But he was interested and curious and it felt good to know that someone wanted to know me and wanted to listen. Our phones were put away and it felt like we were completely disconnected from all of our problems in the world. No one has ever just really listened to me before. But when we talked about our childhoods and shared memories that we loved and experiences that we struggled through, I didn’t feel alone. And I began to appreciate him as a person and as a friend who understood me. I learned that the quieter you become, the more you can hear and learn things about people. Listening means respecting someone and caring about them so much that you just want to know every little detail about them. I love the feeling of being listened to. And for once, I loved listening as well.
By Alyssa Beth7 years ago in Humans
