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 22
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No second chances with your heart.

playnice:

You’re a rational human being. You can determine when someone deserves a second chance. But when it’s a second chance with your feelings, it’s tough to stay objective. How many times have we said, “never again,” only to return to someone that’s hurt us in the past because they’re comfortable. I think we need to remember that, odds are, this time won’t be different. This person doesn’t get another shot at breaking your heart. Don’t be fooled twice.

Today remind yourself: No second chances with my heart.

I am Re-Lap-Sing. aaaaaaaarrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhh. It’s because I let myself. But really, is it so bad that I like remembering the good stuff? Sometimes I remember bad things that literally make me sick. Physically ill remembering certain shit. Certain shitty behavior. The good was really good so I don’t want to forget. But it would make it so much easier……..BLECH.