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hey red, let me tell you my birthday wish; its you, you are my bday wish, sounds impossible, right? idk too, i just want to be with you on the day of my bday, and ill always wish and wish for you even its not my bday.

I miss u aloottt

I'm sorry i never got the guts to apologize and to talk to you. I never really wanted to not talk but it just happened and its mainly my fault, I just wish I could be braver to speak my feelings. If I'm being honest I've always been incredibly jealous of you and your family but I'm embarrassed about it. When we were younger and I saw you with a cool phone, wearing what you wanted and having boyfriends it was so cool to me but you and the others always ingored me and I grew to be mad at you but I didn't mean it. I still think you're so cool and pretty and a little jealous of you still but I'm older and I realize now that thats just how it is for me and I notice the little commentsyour mom's says(she's upset that she's close to my sister and not to me and keeps trying to win me over with things but she already won me over and I try to show it), I'm not close to you guys but its okay. I still love and think about you guys. One day, I'm going to tell this to you in person and I'm going to apologize.

sadly feels empty these days after the day we see each other, she`s now forget about me... it hurts but im trying to talk to her but suddenly i badly felt guilty bc she`s busy and im bothering her. i just wanted to feel her presence even we`re both busy at school these days.. i know im oa but can`t stop thinking of our communication problem..am i wrong?? of thinking this or bothering myself about this?? pano ako hahah i know it sounds weird bakit pinoproblema ko to syempre priority ko rin tong relasyon nato kaya nga ako nag commit hindi para maging unfair.. kalungkot fvck :(( sawa kana ba?? sobrang unimportant koba??

did you ever rlly treat me as ur best friend, or even a friend? when i fell, u laughed and told the others. when i wasnt in the room, u complained abt my voice. when someone took a joke too far, u didnt stand up for me and instead told me how innocent u were... come to think of it u never wanted me when we had grp projects hahah, thanks for the fun, yet painful memories goodbye

I love you but sometimes I can't help wonder if you're truly willing to wait that long for us, And I can't help wonder if these feelings will last. I want a successful future with you and I pray and hope we end up together till the end.

Dear S, I am closing the book on this chapter today, not out of lingering anger or resentment, but out of absolute clarity. For months, I carried the weight of what happened: the sudden silence, the broken trust, the gaslighting, and the pain of realizing how easily a deep connection could be discarded for shallow validation. I spent countless hours trying to make sense of the loop, searching for answers, and wondering how two people who clicked so effortlessly could end up on opposite sides of a divide. I used to think I was the one who was left behind or not chosen. But looking at the facts with a calm mind, the reality is much simpler: we were two fundamentally incompatible people operating on vastly different core values. I valued depth, loyalty, and genuine emotional honesty. You operated in a world of digital smoke and mirrors, surface-level validation, and shifting alliances. A bridge built on thin ice could never hold us for long. I acknowledge my own mistakes...the anxious loops, the defensiveness, and the ways I let my boundaries collapse to keep a fragile dynamic alive. But those mistakes were lessons, not a life sentence. The intensity and depth I brought to our friendship didn't come from you; it came from my own soul. I am taking all of that energy, creativity, and capacity for loyalty back. It belongs to me. I no longer feel the sharp sting of betrayal, nor do I feel the need to look for unsent words on quiet screens. The emotional charge has cleared. What you do, who you talk to, and how you live your life is no longer my narrative to trace or decode. This is the last time your name takes up space in my thoughts or my journals. The door is closed, the gates are locked, and your memory is finally laid to rest. I wish you well on whatever path you choose, but our shared story ends right here. From Someone You Used To Know

When someone asks me why do you think so much? Is there even a use to sit up late at night and overthink about the things there's absolutely no control over? What the purpose of even letting go when you know that there was nothing to hold onto anyways? What do you think of when you close your eyes. Do you sometimes think of a person who is probably available in the blink of an eye? Is there even a person like that? What do you do when you have a million unanswered questions and you have nobody to turn to? How does it feels when you're the unchosen one yet again? How does it feel like when you're not chosen in the end anyways even when there's a choice to be chosen, but people opt out because although you are total comfort, you're not worth the end, you're not worth the effort, not worth the journey to take you there? I blink in the darkness at night because I feel there's nowhere I belong at the end of the day, not chosen by any person, I take risks for the whole world innocently tricking my brain knowing very well i'll be hurt in the end, that this person is worth taking the risk. What when it comes to me about the risk is question? Well people take the risk once and then fear creeps in and no matter how hard I try, every little thing I do sits on the bench while their fear, their cowardice comes forth, they want me, they want what I have, it's useful to trick me into using me for what I am, and then it's easy because battling my fragile short lived ego fueled temper is easier than faithfully holding my hand. My anxiety spirals my heartbeat into a frenzy. My anxiety's name is Michael, sometimes through my blurry vision, my hazy thoughts I see Michael and I want to ask him to go, I want to ask him to leave, I tell him now is not a good time, my conversations with Michael aren't easy because he's the only imagination that refuses to leave me, I want to hurl something at him because he provokes me beyond what I gave him credit for and sometimes he just sits there by my side on the bathroom floor coping wth me in my silence. I appreciate that, it's healthy to have Michael with me instead of rotting internally alone. Michael tells me how unworthy I am of their choosing and how easy it was to just shake off my presence, and I agree with him. Michael and I have an exercise but he disappears amidst it never staying through it, till the very end, these exercises include counting random numbers, putting together lyrics from different songs and trying to make a tune, listing all the colors coming to my vision. Michael leaves because I do these exercises that might make him disappear. I'm trying I'm trying very hard to throw Michael out of the window. Sometimes it scares me to think how I within the flap of a bird wing, I'm ready to throw my life because of my affection related reactions, I'm willing to throw everything I do for work just let my fate sit on the cold winter window sill waiting to see if someone out there also wants to return the affection I give. This is why I pray to Lord Shiva himself because he let's you connect with yourself and most importanly he teaches you pain before you let go something you wanted desperately but someone who didn't have the guts to want you. I've failed many a times to keep a human and then people say yes it's because they didn't know your worth? Well even if they did, I was not worth taking that risk and this is what Michael reminds me everyday, you're useless, you're unworthy and you weren't chosen, you weren't even an option, you were a passing cloud. I wanted to be the sky, I wanted to be the sunrise and the sunset, I wanted to be the comforting breeze just before the rain, I wanted to be the shade of the umbrella, I wanted to be the aroma when you enter the house, I wanted to be the warmth of the blanket just before waking up, I want to be the first sip of coffee, I wanted to be the ending of the story that'll make you smile, I want to be home.

I miss you. So much. But I don't miss the person you can be. I don't miss the SA. I don't miss you forcing me to get drunk. I don't miss the abuse. But the good times make me miss you. When we were baking together at midnight. When we would lay on the couch and watch movies or blast the tv so loud playing something stupid that made us laugh that your parents would yell at us. The time we painted matching jeans even though I hated wearing jeans your smile was worth it. But everytime I miss those times I remember you grabbing my chest while I tried to sleep. The fear of what you did when you got me to overdose into sleep. The countless times you convinced me I was unlovable. The times you stole my phone and blocked the only people who could convince me to leave you. The pictures you forced me to take. I can never forget the feeling of your hands around my throat while you held a pillow over my face. It keeps me up at night. But I wonder if there is a version of you that some people only get to see the good side. Was I the only one who saw the bad side? I know no one will believe me if I tell them about the abuse. Maybe it doesn't matter if they believe me. I hate you. But I miss you. You made me so dependent on you I don't know what to do now that I left you.

I hope you find my letter when you already feel warm and it warms you more. I want you to know that i love you so much you would never understand and when we met about a decade ago i befriended you first cuz i liked your personality alot. ill always be your twin :3 #twinssincedayone #myunc #iloveyou #neverevergettingridofme #loveumorethantheworld

Happy father's day dad, I am deeply sorry I can't seem to call or even have the courage to talk to you. part of me can't seem to allow me to approach you. Maybe is because of everything you had done to me, I don't mean any disrespect but I am truly hurt and every time I try to tell you, part of me says its pointless trying to tell you because you will never listen, therefore you will never understand you never did and never will. I swear I am trying to call you I am trying my best to reach out but I don't know why I can't. I am not sure if it is fear or hatred all I can say is that I am not ready to talk. But i do love you dad, I always did and always did and always will. I hope your proud of me.

My dearest, I long for your comfort, especially on the days when I need it most. Sometimes I wonder whether, if I had tried a little harder to hold on to you, we might still be together now. But I also realized that I couldn’t uphold a promise on my own—especially when you no longer felt the same way about me. I love you, but I could see that you were unhappy. My heart couldn’t bear to keep you in a place where you no longer wanted to be. I gave you my word that I would grow with you in every way, just as I wanted to grow myself. However, I came to understand that we could no longer grow in the same place. Your journey was taking you somewhere I couldn’t go. You knew that. The difference between us is that I would have still chosen you, while you chose not to choose me. Maybe you were uncertain, or maybe you didn’t want to feel guilty. Whatever the reason, I want you to know that I genuinely wanted the best for you—even if it meant I would no longer be part of it. Still, this foolish heart of mine carries so much love for you—perhaps too much. Sometimes I wonder whether I will ever truly move on. But I hope that, with time, I will learn to remember what we shared without wishing I could change the ending. I will always care for you, but I am slowly learning that loving you also means accepting that you are no longer mine to hold.

Hello Idkr y I'm sending u something "anonymously" again, and I doubt you'll see this. Tbf this is wrong in so many levels lol. I just also want to have that breakthrough, to not care and just focus on what matters now, on what's in my life currently, not the what ifs and the things that alr happened in the past. Yk, recently, I've encountered a tiktok post tapos part nung conversation is this "I don't care about her anymore and tell her to stop watching my life because I'm not interested to whatever's going on to hers", and that hit hard. I want to stop being curious of ur life because I'm not part of it anymore. Most of the time I do hope that you'll say that to me too, to end this toxic attachment of mine to the past. Because I know u don't care whatever the fuck is happening in my life anymore. Minsan din iniisip ko na what if we talked again, and eventually end up being friends, but that doesn't really sit well with me, and maybe it wont to u also—given of how much I've hurt u in the past. I want to say sorry for being a self centred bitch and a pathetic loser. I know it's my responsibility and choice to fully let go, so i guess I'll deal with this. belated happy anniv pala lovebirds. I am happy that ure happy /*genuinely. Goodbye, Aki. Thank you for everything. Goodbye to all the nicknames we had for each other HAHAHA. Goodbye sa handshake natin na i cant remember anymore lol. Goodbye to all the emails/letters. Goodbye to the guy i started loving 4 years ago. Goodbye to the love u had for me. Goodbye to the love i had for u. Goodbye to all the good memories and experiences we shared together. Goodbye to the silent resentment i/we had for each other. Goodbye to the shortcomings that we had for each other. Goodbye to the what ifs and what couldve been. Goodbye to our promise. Goodbye to the future we onced hoped for. Goodbye to everything that reminds me of u. Goodbye to the person who was once my sure thing. Goodbye, mon soleil. No more to the moon and back. sana last na to.

Hey.. How are you doing?.. YEP... no matter what,, just keep fighting. in the end, its worth fighting for...... - Laya..

u and that prada cc bs. let em know ur gay. come back

hello sir, how are you? Hope you are doing best in your life. tmhare dad nahi rahe . i am so sorry for that . mene tmse kabhi 12th k baad baat ni ki kyuki m sure ni thi. mere paas emotions share krne ki samjh ni t...m ni kahungi himmat ni thi. lekin m khud ni samjh paayi ki ho kya raha h mere dil k saath . u were smart to know that u love me but i was a little dumbo. mujhe pata h mene tmhe kai baar hurt kia but i was not ready for the amount of love u want me to give and the relationship u wanted . m aur tm ab alag dunia k log h ..m ni chahungi ki tm ab kabhi vapas mere paas aao kyuki m ab tmko deserve shyd ni krti..tm ab ek best life jeena khush rehna aur mujhe b maaf kr dena .

Hey Barnie, This project was hella good with you innit mate, I really hope to see you again, you are AMAZING and Caring person, tbh I have a Huge Crush on you, it doesn't matter who am I bc Im kinda closeted and it was uncomfortable to me to tell you in person, bc of u knew that I am gay idk how you would have reacted Soo I kept quiet, ik u had crush on some other boy but it doesn't matter maybe u didn't, either way.... Hope to see you soon XCX Anonymous

Eu te amo. Eu te amo muito. Mas eu sei que você não vai me aceitar, eu sei que caso aceite nossa amizade nunca mais será a mesma. Eu gostaria que você fosse menos extremo. Sei que a única coisa que posso fazer é continuar tendo sua amizade e esperando que você me veja como eu te vejo, ou pelo menos que isso morra dentro de mim. Octavia.

Hiieee babyyy, There are so many things I never say out loud, so I'm writing them here instead. One thing I've realized is that talking to you always makes me feel better. It doesn't matter if my day has been exhausting, if I'm stressed, overthinking, annoyed, or just feeling weird for no reason. Somehow, after talking to you, everything feels a little less heavy. It's like my mind finally decides to calm down. Sometimes you don't even have to say anything special, you'll just be there, talking about random things, making dumb jokes, or telling me something completely unnecessary, and somehow it still works. I don't know how you do it, but you do. Let me remind you that you also manage to piss me off more than almost anyone else. You f*ck up. A lot. Like...*a lot*. There are moments where I genuinely wonder how one person can be so adorable and so unbelievably annoying at the exact same time. You overthink the wrong things, forget obvious things, say the dumbest stuff with a straight face, and somehow still expect me not to roll my eyes -_- It's honestly unfair. No matter how irritated I get, somehow I still find myself wanting to tell you about my day, hear about yours, laugh with you, or just exist with you. I guess that's what happens when someone slowly becomes your comfort without even realizing it. There's another thing I've never really admitted. I really like it when you say my name. For the longest time, it was just...my name. Nothing more. I never really thought much about it. But lately, whenever you say it, it sounds different. It feels special in a way I can't explain. I don't think it's the name itself that changed. I think it's who's saying it. When you call me by my name, it doesn't sound ordinary anymore. It sounds like home. It sounds like someone is genuinely happy to have me there. And I know this might sound dramatic, but I genuinely don't think I like hearing my name from anyone else as much as I like hearing it from you. Out of everyone in this world, you're my favorite person to hear it from. It's weird how one person can change something you've heard your entire life. Sometimes I even replay the way you've said my name in my head. And you somehow manage to become both the reason I smile the hardest and the reason I sigh the loudest. So yes, you mess up. You drive me crazy. You make me question your brain cells every now and then. AND, don't let this get to your head too much, okay ? You're still a certified idiot. Just my favorite one