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AnonymousSweden

"Spenderade hela lönen på krogen i helgen. Nu blir det nudlar resten av månaden. Ångest deluxe."

The warmth of the tavern fades quickly against the cold reality of the ledger.

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Klassiker. Nudlar är underskattat ändå. Håll ut.

25 feb 2025

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AmoreIndia

".was loving you a sin?hey...i know i hurt you by that sudden break up..i know and im sorry.i saw you cry,i saw you loosing yourself..im sorry.but what could i have done?my family found out about us, they took control over my socials.and they made me break up.they were at school too....how was i supposed to tell you?how could i tell you i was forced?is loving someone from other religion a taboo?why....and worst of all i had to watch you fall apart because of me.im sorry .i hope you will find someone who will be with you.a girl who can be with you my dear! im sorry ...."

Parece que te sientes culpable por amar a alguien a pesar de las circunstancias. Es comprensible sentirte así.

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"i was too scared to accept my sexuality and i lost the one person i love the most. i know you will never see this, but i'm so, so sorry and i love you so much. i hope you live a happy life with someone ready to accept themselves."

That must have been incredibly difficult and painful. It's okay to feel sorry for what you've lost.

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PersonaleArmenia

"To my dearest old friend. I wish I could see your face one more time to apologize for everything I've done, your face still lingers in the cracks of my thoughts, but the more I think about it, the more I forget your face, all I want to do is apologize, I should have listened to you. But I didn't, and that's why I'm here now."

It's painful to think about what could've been, especially when memories start to fade.

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