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 21
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Nothing changes

ohmydarlin:

I was doing so well for weeks. All ducks were in a row. New job. New apartment. New girl (not girl friend just yet). I thought for sure I was moving on; that even though we haven’t seen each other since April I’d more or less put this situation to bed. I wanted to hear from you so badly and I still do but I can’t put my life on pause. Seven months ago I made a grandiose gesture and you weren’t ready. You may still not be. I know nothing, and I’m not about to bug our mutual friends. 

The fact remains… you are the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about when I go to sleep. 

Nothing changes.

Emphasis mine. Because I’ve been thinking how nothing in my life has really changed all that much in a long time. It seems like things are so much different than they were, but they’re not. They’re always the same. I wish you were too.