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on Mon, Oct 22, 2012 at 10:24 AM
I wish I knew what you were thinking. I wish I knew what you've been up to and how you're doing. I hope you didn't change your mind about me. I understand why you pushed me away, at least I'm trying to, but I wish you didn't. Don't get over me. I'll always come back to you. You're the only one whose ever had my heart. —When I'm with Him I am Thinking of You
Posted
on Mon, Oct 22, 2012 at 9:47 AM
But I think you've made a big mistake. You had a woman (Im calling her #1) in your life who's friendly and caring no matter what happened. She opened you up to a life without drugs, gave you support (saw it in her eyes at every NA meeting she came with you), and stuck by you even when you were having bad times. And she made you laugh. She isn't an addict but because you are, she stood with you. Then she stopped coming around.
Word is that you dumped her. And you are seeing a recovering addict now (#2). I know you think this new one knows your struggle better, but this is a disaster IMO. You're an addict working the program, do you think saddling yourself with a nice but messed up woman will help you? What do think is going to happen when you have to be on your own?
Last week at a NA meeting I saw #1 in another room with a bunch of people. She was smiling, laughing and looked like she's someone with her shit together. Then I looked at you and thought "Man, you were lucky. Lots of us only wish we had someone like that." I don't know what you are thinking but #2 isn't the best person to plan a future with, not that she's bad, but she has her own shit to deal with and in the long run will not be able to take on your shit too.
If you can, see if #1 will talk to you. Cause when it comes down to it, she made you happy even when your life was shit. #2 won't be able to handle it, sorry to say. Your shit and her shit together will be too much. And do you want to screw up all you have done so far in the program?
I only write this because I can't say it to your face. Hate what I am sayin, but don't stay stupid. —Meeting Buddy
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on Fri, Oct 19, 2012 at 9:58 AM
Thanks so much to the gentlemen and ladies on South Park with signs supporting a woman's choice to have an abortion. I love you guys. Thanks for bringing some balance to the issue. It made me feel so good to have you out there. —Lady Pushing a Stroller and Blowing You Kisses
Posted
on Fri, Oct 19, 2012 at 9:47 AM
Please know that I care. I just happen to be going through a lot of stuff now too. Everything just takes a bit of time. —Closer
Posted
on Wed, Oct 17, 2012 at 2:01 PM
I do want your help but I'm too afraid of being rejected again. I could lose a lot more than my pride if you turned me away again. A mind is a bad thing to lose. When I'm convinced it's you, and I'm over the moon, then I'm hurt because I'm not sure whether I'm speaking to you.
I think of you 1000 times a day, you're in my dreams. Which is my only chance of peace in my life. We need to see your awesome smile and bright blue eyes and your strong shoulders to cry on. I miss you and that's no joke. —I Want Your Help
Posted
on Wed, Oct 17, 2012 at 11:13 AM
I love myself. I don't know anyone else who can handle countless rejections so well. Who else can pick themselves up out of the dirt (literally every day) after being taken advantage of, legally robbed, disregarded, insulted or even just forgotten?
I have extreme powers of empathy and selflessness. I'm generous to a fault. I'm intelligent, witty, creative, ambitious, successful, handsome and healthy. I'm also a manically depressed bi-polar, but no one knows and no one suspects. I've kept it hidden from all but the curious. Unfortunately, those showing curiosity towards me are non-existent.
There's no reason for this loneliness, this abandonment... Why has everyone left me? I've no caring family, friends, or partner. So I love myself. Not because of narcissism or arrogance, but because I have to. Somebody does. —Someday I'll Get to Love Someone, But For Now...
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on Tue, Oct 16, 2012 at 2:34 PM
...after having endured so much pain. I told you I knew the right answer would be that I didn't. You told me there was no right answer. I still couldn't say either way for sure. And now after another go-round and enduring another period of pain, of questioning, of searching, of self-doubt, I can safely say that I don't regret it. Not at all. I have grown more, learned more and become a better communicator, a better friend, a better person over this past year than in a long time. I have been living my life. Thanks so much for listening. It's meant a lot. —Not Necessarily Hoping it Happens the Same Way Again
Posted
on Tue, Oct 16, 2012 at 1:13 PM
I still cannot believe it's true. How and why? It will never make sense. It breaks my heart to see you hurting. I wish I could change it for you. I know things will never be the same for you and it kills me inside. It's all too surreal. Praying for your happiness, hope that you recover. You're my heart. You are the strongest boy I'll ever know. You'll make it through this I know you will. Remember, it's good to cry. —Help Me Help You
Posted
on Tue, Oct 16, 2012 at 11:46 AM
I don't know if it's the dropping temperatures that's to blame for all of the 'love lost' posts on here lately or what, but for goodness sake just talk TO the person who you're missing/have feelings for/whatever! As lovely as they are to read here on a public forum (no sarcasm! I think they are really quite sweet d'awww), there is a very, very slim chance that the person it's written for will not only see it, but also assume that it's meant for him/her. No matter how the ending went down/didn't go down, sending your person a quick message/text/whatever will likely do more good than harm...at the very least, you could get closure. So go on, try it! —What's the Worst That Could Happen?
Posted
on Tue, Oct 16, 2012 at 9:11 AM
Wandering down to the grocery store and seeing your beautiful blue eyes and giddy smile, made any day worthwhile. I know times can be rough, and stress can get the best of us, so take two minutes. Take two minutes, sit down with this paper, relax, and bite your lip as you think to yourself whether or not this submission could be about you. I miss, and love, every single thing about you. I'll be home before you know it. —Jim H.
