I will never have a successful romantic relationship. Once the people I've dated have gotten past my veneer, they fade away. I guess the real me isn't very appealing.

I realized that I only have three real friends at UNC. They're the only ones I'll miss when I'm gone, and I couldn't be happier that I've found such quality friends.

I'm scared of telling my parents that I'm depressed because I don't want to go on medication. I just can't remember the last time I was happy.

I think he stopped loving me long before we broke up. It only makes it worse to remember how many times I was sleeping next to him when he said that he loved me only to realize that he was lying.

He was LYING. And he promised that he would never, ever lie to me.

Why won't you fight for me? You know that I love you, and I know that you love me. Just say it, and stop acting happy when I tell you that I found a date for New Years.

I looked at your facebook profile, and I think you're dating someone else, and it's killing me.

Was I really that easy to replace?

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I'm finally starting to let you go after you hurt me so badly, but I'm afraid I will never be able to fully let go or fix the part of me that still loved you after all the pain you caused.

I wish I could prove I love you.

I think what I really want,
deep down,
behind all the wanting of friends, or boyfriends, or important jobs, or great accomplishments,
is to know that if I died,
there would be some hole that I left
that nobody else could fill.