Anonymously Me 6d ago pick up please. I don't understand you. Your timing is so amazing and horrible at the same time. It's like the times when I'm so alone and only start to get thoughts of doing something I'll regret later, you never pimore…
Anonymously Me 13d ago Ghost I feel like a ghost in my own house. I don't think that's good, but it's still true. I walk through the place I grew up in, where I took my first steps, said my first words, smiled for the first time.more…
Anonymously Me 14d ago Dear Dad.....For The Third Time Dear Dad, do you ever wish you could go back in time? Fix everything? Try to figure out what you did wrong to make us turn out like this? Im here to tell you that now you dont need to go back in timemore…
Anonymously Me 33d ago Rules. I am the so-called therapist friend. I am always there when people need me. I smile, and I comfort when my friends need it. I thought I had it all. I wish being the so-called therapist came with instrmore…
Anonymously Me 35d ago Dear Dad....Again. Dear dad, i never know what im gonna get when i wake up in the morning. Is it the dad who woke up early just to make breakfast for me? Or is it the dad who immediately yells at me because i forgot to more…
Anonymously Me 37d ago The Villain Growing up, we are told the distinction between a hero and a villain. The good guy and the bad guy. Most learn after elementary school, maybe even middle school, if they ever learn at all, that that imore…
Anonymously Me 40d ago The Giving Tree You know that story? The tree is full of life to give at first. The tree is all the little boy will ever need. Over time, the boy grows up and doesn't need the same things anymore. The tree does what more…
Anonymously Me 41d ago Attachments. I don't like keeping attachments. I know that sounds weird, but it's true. I hate being alone, but it's the only thing I find comfort in: Solitude. Do you know what happens when everything good happenmore…
Anonymously Me 42d ago Dear Dad... I really hate you. I do. I used to just say that to make you hurt, but I didn't mean it then. I tried to see the person behind the rosebush and the barbed wire and the knives and the words that cut demore…
Anonymously Me 46d ago That Certain Kind of Pain There are no words to describe the pain of losing a pet. It is impossible to find the perfect way to explain what you feel, but I will try. It is like someone ripped out your only reason for existing more…
