I need to talk about some things right now and there isn't really anybody I want to tell. Really, anyone who I think actually cares. I just want to let some stuff out.
Right now, I am feeling a way in which I am not sure how to describe. Empty, yet full. Tired, but awake. So many things all at once it's kind of confusing.
I have been feeling a little depressed lately. I guess I'm still not completely over my breakup with Angie. I am still feeling that emptiness. That piece of me missing. I still love her and have been pushing it to the back of my brain, to the best of my ability lately. I'm sure she's replaced me quickly. We both know that we have been seeing other people since we broke up but will not discuss it for obvious reasons.
I think I have come to the conclusion that I am still not over her. The love I felt for her is undeniable. The people I have been involved with in one fashion or another have done very little to fill the void. As much as I keep telling myself that I'm glad it is over, has been nothing more than a vain attempt at comforting myself. I have spent many hours just wondering where she is, what she's doing, and if she really is happier without me. She's such a beautiful girl that I know that she has no issues with meeting new guys. She started college this semester and I'm absolutely sure the boy have been fawning over her. I imagine, fighting them off with a stick. But thats really no different than when I was with her, but now I'm not.
Every time I was with her I would always think to myself how lucky I was to have such a wonderful woman at my side. One I trusted (I did waiver once in a while though), Loved, and longed for every minute I was away.
I miss her. I want her back in my arms. I want to feel that way again. That sense of completeness. That Love.
But now I sit in my chair alone. Staring at my computer screen. Wasting what little spare time I have right now typing an essay about the happiest time of my life that is now over. The ironic part is that our major unreconsileable difference was porn. Sites like this very one I am posting this message on.
We just couldn't come to a common ground and it ended up being the catalyst. She wasn't comfortable with my masturbation habits and therefore ridiculed me for it. She was always a bit emotionally abusive. My porn brought her self confidence down and her ridicule brought mine down.
We finally realized that we were really doing each other more harm than good. So we ended things. Figured it would be better for both of us in the long run. That may be true, but I still feel pretty lousy still and it's been about 2 months. I guess I can't expect myself to get over something so good that lasted so long quite so quickly.
Well Angie... if you happen to read this... I still love you... I miss you... I feel like a piece of my heart left with you...
Bryan
Right now, I am feeling a way in which I am not sure how to describe. Empty, yet full. Tired, but awake. So many things all at once it's kind of confusing.
I have been feeling a little depressed lately. I guess I'm still not completely over my breakup with Angie. I am still feeling that emptiness. That piece of me missing. I still love her and have been pushing it to the back of my brain, to the best of my ability lately. I'm sure she's replaced me quickly. We both know that we have been seeing other people since we broke up but will not discuss it for obvious reasons.
I think I have come to the conclusion that I am still not over her. The love I felt for her is undeniable. The people I have been involved with in one fashion or another have done very little to fill the void. As much as I keep telling myself that I'm glad it is over, has been nothing more than a vain attempt at comforting myself. I have spent many hours just wondering where she is, what she's doing, and if she really is happier without me. She's such a beautiful girl that I know that she has no issues with meeting new guys. She started college this semester and I'm absolutely sure the boy have been fawning over her. I imagine, fighting them off with a stick. But thats really no different than when I was with her, but now I'm not.
Every time I was with her I would always think to myself how lucky I was to have such a wonderful woman at my side. One I trusted (I did waiver once in a while though), Loved, and longed for every minute I was away.
I miss her. I want her back in my arms. I want to feel that way again. That sense of completeness. That Love.
But now I sit in my chair alone. Staring at my computer screen. Wasting what little spare time I have right now typing an essay about the happiest time of my life that is now over. The ironic part is that our major unreconsileable difference was porn. Sites like this very one I am posting this message on.
We just couldn't come to a common ground and it ended up being the catalyst. She wasn't comfortable with my masturbation habits and therefore ridiculed me for it. She was always a bit emotionally abusive. My porn brought her self confidence down and her ridicule brought mine down.
We finally realized that we were really doing each other more harm than good. So we ended things. Figured it would be better for both of us in the long run. That may be true, but I still feel pretty lousy still and it's been about 2 months. I guess I can't expect myself to get over something so good that lasted so long quite so quickly.
Well Angie... if you happen to read this... I still love you... I miss you... I feel like a piece of my heart left with you...
Bryan
pixie:
Good luck to her finding a guy who doesn't masturbate. She's not worth it if she doesn't let you masturbate. Seriously.