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 23
“ Isn’t ironic…
We ignore those who adore us,
Adore those who ignore us,
Hurt those who love us
And love those who hurt us?
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Unknown
Very ironic.
(via justlia)
And very sad, but I feel (maybe I’m wrong) we all do this to some extent. At least I do.
(via sarahchristine)
Me too. I think it’s a pretty typical situation - or maybe just typical of my life?
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