breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
The Story of a Former Catfish
There are times that I look at myself in the mirror, and I absolutely hate what I see. I look at my dry skin (that STILL manages to break out somehow), my glasses, my weight, my stringy hair, dry lips, and I'll nitpick at myself. I'm constantly changing the way that I look due to all of these insecurities. I'll change my makeup style, layer it on heavily with bright colored highlights, smokey eye, etc, or I'll have a completely natural look. I'll get new glasses that hide half my face so that, at least in my mind, people can't see how hideous I actually am.
By Kayleigh Lynne8 years ago in Humans
Dear Survivor
Dear Survivor, I’m here to tell you that you are totally not alone. I know the narcissist hurt you to your core. I understand how you can feel so alone, unworthy, and downright un-loveable. But I’m going to tell you that you are none of those things, for you are glorious. You are amazing just the way you are, so don’t ever change yourself for someone else.
By Elisabeth Dodson8 years ago in Humans
Dear Broken Girl...
Dear Shattered Heart, Why must you always be so fragile and breakable, like a porcelain doll? Why must you always be shown on a sleeve, despite the girl trying so desperately hard to not let you be shown? You always get yourself into trouble. You're always finding yourself broken. You keep pulsing, and beating faster and faster, and faster, especially when you see him.
By Faith Zielinski8 years ago in Humans
Broken Pieces
So, there I was, sitting on the floor of our shared bedroom, surrounded by tossed objects and shattered glass, staring up into the eyes of someone who was suddenly a stranger. My boyfriend of a year and a half, the man I loved, the man I thought I was going to marry, was cheating on me...with a mutual friend.
By Courtney Baell8 years ago in Humans
Broken Glass
There was a room, and in that room were three things. One was a lightbulb that was off so no one could see what was going on, two was a chair that sat alone in the corner with no one there to watch, three was you, separated into shattered pieces of glass in a pile on the floor. This is where you are now, because your past has left you like this. Now you must move forward and put the pieces together again, but only you can truly figure out the way you piece together.
By Catherine Stevens8 years ago in Humans
Flash Forward
In my short time on this Earth, if there is one thing I have learned, it is that the general public likes to idolize what seems to be flawless. We want the perfect skin, perfect job, perfect life, without realizing that this has never and will never exist. Why do you think celebrities often self-destruct? So what happens when you stop being the idolizer and become the idolized? Now there’s a position I never thought I’d be in – not in regards to a relationship, anyway.
By Krissey Browder8 years ago in Humans
From Different Worlds
My heart sends a message to my head and again our timeline floods into my consciousness from the beginning to our end. I could have never predicted this outcome. If only I could have stopped myself from making those choices maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't have been betrayed. The one person I looked up to and called a friend drove a knife through my heart with a single text. I felt like a part of me had died. The pain was limitless. I wished for it to be physical pain. My thoughts took my body to a street in front of a moving car. A couple of steps and it would all be over. Maybe some of my body parts might be salvageable and used for someone who is in need of it. But do humans really need saving if they could be so cruel? They don't deserve it. A punching bag is where my frustrations came out. The endless tears washed down my face as I screamed in rage hitting the bag with my clenched fists. Life seemed pointless and unfair. If only I knew that I had fallen in love with my soulmate. Even the language barrier didn't stop our connection. Instead, I chose to break off what we had to prevent my heart feeling like it is now. The void feels like it will never be filled. He's the one I want, the only one I want. The choices I chose to prevent myself from falling in love was actually my mistake. There was nothing that could have prevented that. My mistake of the breakup that hurt his heart was actually my downfall and the cause of my pain. If I didn't break up with him he wouldn't have gotten intoxicated and pushed his lips against hers. She should have known. Her ears listened to me talk endless hours about his existence. But, she chose to forget my words and just let the alcohol take her mind to a different place. My regrets are shared now but there is nothing I can do to recover the friendship I lost with the girl with the intoxicated lips. Yet I can do the ultimate sacrifice and forgive the one whom I fell in love with before he took his suitcase and left to a different country. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I had to grow the metaphorical balls and woman myself up. The visit was short lived in my mind but went on for hours on end. My feelings reappeared after my heart tore into a million pieces. Yet, his presence healed my heart and I fell for him once again. He asked the one question that I didn't want him to ask. He asked for the presence of my lips on his. I couldn't at the time, but when he had to leave for his plane, I had to feel his sweet soft lips once more. The hours replayed in my head. I was okay with him leaving before my visit with him but, the memories of our last encounter burn in my mind. The song that reminded him of me was sent and replayed over and over. The tears washed down my face; they felt endless. I could never feel his touch and see his face ever again. The only connection between us is the phones that are in our hands that type the words in our minds. I long for his touch and his presence. I would do anything for him to be next to me once again. The distance is forever long but a part of my heart will always belong to the boy who speaks a foreign language.
By Anonymous Girl8 years ago in Humans
Relationships With a Narcissistic Person
Most love stories begin with a kiss, where he is wearing this mask where it does not reflect his true being. The first meeting becomes more dates as you are so wrapped up with infatuation, being in his arms, laughing, loving, hot intimacy, enjoying each day, two worlds created into one. But yet, his mask is still covering his true being. Faux innocence, his naturedness; it’s all just an illusion. You are not even ready for what’s under this mask.
By Selene Ruffin8 years ago in Humans
I Almost Got Married at 23
Where do you begin when you’re talking about an ending? Do you start at "the before" when you were alone before the love you lost? Do you start in "the after," when you knew (thought) he was the one? Perhaps it’s most logical to start with the first date, where the characters brush together to make the metaphorical sparks that we all seem to be waiting for. How odd that I’ve only just realized I am sitting in the coffee shop where that took place (where she was, that girl with my name, the one I haven’t seen in years). For the irony of it, maybe it’s best that we start at the end.
By M R Britton8 years ago in Humans
