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
Oct 10
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“ I’m a pool of imperfections. Sometimes I’m moody. I can get angry easily. I listen to my music way too loud. And I don’t always put a good foot forward. I can snap at people, but of course I don’t mean to. I hold things off until the last minute, and sometimes I just don’t want to make a first move so things go undone. I can be messy, confusing, and even a little careless at times.
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I wish more people (aka The Ex) understood this about me.