Left Behind
Memories left behind in abandoned cities and unfinished chapters.
包含{title}的最新忏悔
探索全部忏悔故事I used to talk this guy on social media ,turned us into situationship...having sexualconvo but then after few days my friend call me and told me that I'm talking to his bf ( obv. Idk anything about their relationship ) I wanted to talk to someone because just one month back my bf cheated on me with my high-school friend and then I met this guy ,but when I get to know about him ....I asked him to broke up but he was a psycho and he begged me not to leave him and i got manipulated because I started falling for him , days passed and it was my "first time " he knew since day 01 that I never do it . So forced me and I said no but he didn't stop and then after we had physical rlsp he left me after a week .....there was a twist - he used to say that we both studied together in 5 grade . I mean wowww . Now I never ever wanted to see his face
“'First time' and 'cheated' seem to echo your deepest fears and the rawest pain. It’s okay to feel the weight of 'never ever wanting to see his face'.”
I live in the town I grew up in. I left it many years ago and was much happier but returned as an adult to make my Dad happy then had a kid and got stuck here. Dad is dead and my kid left to study and probably won't return. I'm now 60 with no savings or job and my Mum has dementia. I wish I could die.I literally wish someone would kill me
“The 'town I grew up in' carries a lot of memories, both good and bad. It's okay to feel stuck, but you're not alone in your 'stuck' place.”
I will never beg, or ask you to stay, I am to prideful for that. I am to aware that I wouldnt be what you want, or to give you the love you asked for. But,this love i feel i am unsure what it entails, is it simply longing for friendship or somethimg more, ive always been slow in the matters of the heart. But if this isnt love, why do you hunt me so? why do all my attempts to find someone new leads me to come back to you? I have confessed all this once, Iam afraid to yearn for you, to be taken advantage, to be dismayed. Perhaps its better to end this as me being rejected this time. I am afraid to love you, I am afraid that you be part of my entirety. I am afraid that you already took a lot of space in my heart. But what I am afraid of became reality, you left and you took my entirety. I hate to accept this feelings, this weakness, this emotions. hell I know all I can imagine is the fact you might read this, and dismissed it like last time. I hope you broke my heart in a different way, like how I cold heartedly disappeared as you said with no words. I hope to move on, but my thoughts comes back to you I wish you where still in my life David. I find you everywhere I exist. I will never ever say it again, I will always be a strong resilient person, i will not beg anyone to stay. But, I wished the moment you said goodbye i explained and give your words more thought. I will never see your presence in another. I feel shame because i know you will never come back. I regret but cant go back. I will never , ever, be honest or come to bother you in your life. Im afraid it wont be the same. But, if life will bless me, I hope for you to be part of my life, Because I like myself better with you. I find what you adored, a trait i aim to erase, in my facade of intimidation is a soft heart you never took advantage off. Im afraid I wont get over you. Im afraid my heart cannot be soft to another but you last. I wished youd be the same , i wished youd betrayed me, or hurt me with words instead. I wish to hate than grieve the existence I call love for you.
“What stings inside "will never beg ask you stay" is not only those people themselves; it is the cost of who you kept close and what that closeness kept taking from you. Personal regret often grows around one unfinished question: who would you be if that moment had gone differently? That question can weigh more than the event itself. Grief inside regret usually means you are mourning more than an outcome. You are mourning meaning, timing, and the part of life that no longer feels reachable. Sometimes the relief starts when you stop arguing with the fact that this mattered to you more than other people would guess.”