The Ex Files

Because texting your ex is a bad idea. Calling your ex for any reason is a bad idea. Drunk-dialing and drunk-texting are especially bad ideas. But you have to do something, and you're driving your friends nuts.

Hence, The Ex-Files. Not really a journal of breaking up and moving on, but a collection of the things you think when you drive by an ex's house and the car's not home, the way you feel when they don't call when they say they will, the things you want to ask or say or scream or carve into their car doors. The things that you have to say but are better left unsaid. This is the place.

If you have a story/quote/rant/thought to share, email me: thingsyoullneversay[at]gmail[dot]com
Sep 14
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“ we forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. we forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forgot who we were.
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joan didion (via paperbackgirl) (via finallyseeing) (via marjchun) (via jeralyndwile)

I wish I could forget. I’ve been cursed with an elephant’s memory since I started being conscious of things, maybe when I was about two.