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Watering a Dead Plant
It’s 3 am, and I’m awake. I got up to water my dead plant. Why can’t things last forever? Maybe it’s because we don’t ever learn how to treat others properly. Do I treat you well? I sometimes wonder. I don’t like when I lose my temper. I see my dad in me. You’re so calm. You’ve got it together. Teach me how.
The Madness of the Trumpet
I lied when I said I enjoy listening to you play the trumpet. You play so badly no matter how much you practice. I know this is your new passion, but I think you should stick to what you’re good at like chess and building rockets. Not everyone has to learn an instrument.
Hot and Cold
Why do you act cold and distance yourself all the time? Everything was good a few days ago and now it’s not. I can’t read your mind and figure out what’s wrong if you don’t communicate with me. Be honest and tell me you need a break or you don’t want to be with me anymore but stop acting like a child and pushing me away. I’m begging you.
Mom’s Love
My mom is the best. She makes my favorite food which is chicken and broccoli. She takes me ice skating. I like ice skating a lot. I like the friends I made. I want to have a pizza party and invite everyone, but I have to ask my mom first. I know she will say yes because she loves me. I love her too.
I’ll Tell You About the Pasta
I drive to the cemetery after work to talk to you. I don’t know if you even hear me, but I’ll talk your ear off forever. Remember how I was trying to save up to visit Italy? I still don’t have enough, but I’m close. The first thing I’m gonna do is order every pasta they have. I’ll come back and tell you all about it.
Being Stuck
I fucking hate depression. I’ve been stuck in my room for months and can’t even get out of bed or shower. My hair’s so greasy it’s falling out, and my dandruff is getting so bad. I’m graduating soon, but I don’t even want to go to college anymore. I’m scared I won’t get better and I’ll be stuck like this forever.
You’re Perfect
You’ll never see this, but you’ve been the best part of this awful year. Every time you message, I light up. I know I’m reserved, but it’s because I don’t know what to say half the time. Maybe I’m worried I’ll let you down because of my last relationship. I’m afraid of getting hurt or hurting you cause you’re perfect. And your laugh. God, I love your laugh.
There’s Not Always a Bright Side
I tried to kill myself. I used to think trying to take your own life was the dumbest thing, yet here I am. I’ve been sinking for the past five years. I can’t die. I just suffer daily. And what does everyone say? It’ll get better. Is that what they said to the woman who was chained up in a basement for twenty years, skin and bones, sleeping in her own feces till she died? Did they tell her, “Look at the bright side”? What bright side?
Leave Him
He’s a fucking asshole who treats you like shit and ain’t never supported you. If you’re staying cause he’s gonna hurt you, I swear I’ll kick his ass. We can move to Montana together like we talked about. I’ve already been looking at construction jobs, and rent’s a whole lot cheaper. I know it seems impossible, but it ain’t. It’s easy. All you gotta do is leave his ass.
The Secret Affair
I had an affair when my children were very young. My husband passed away five years ago, and I’ve thought about finally revealing it to them. They’re all grown now with children of their own, but a part of me thinks it’d be selfish to tell them after all these years. It’s just killing me that they don’t know. I did an awful thing. I’m extremely grateful that my husband forgave me, but I’m scared my children won’t.
I Want You
How do I admit to you that I write about you? That I want you. That I touch myself when I think about you. That I barely know you but feel like we’d get along so well. Can’t you fly over here and knock at my door? I don’t even like pineapple on pizza, but I’ll eat it for you. And maybe you could fix my broken faucet. And then maybe we could relax on my couch, and you could finally feel inside me.
Nature Versus Nurture
I think I might’ve become a serial killer if I hadn’t been adopted by such loving parents. I sometimes have tendencies to physically harm others. When I see someone injured at the hospital, I think about them not making it or their injuries getting worse. I’ve had numerous dreams of killing patients I meet. No one knows this. People say I’m the nicest person they’ve met.
The Inexplainable Divorce
I can’t understand our divorce. We worked through everything, even our daughter’s death and that was the worst thing that could’ve happened to us. It should’ve been what wrecked our marriage. But you coming to me one night to tell me we’ve grown apart and that you want a divorce doesn’t make sense. How could you so easily let go after twenty years? How does someone you sleep beside for decades and share every part of your day with suddenly fall out of love?
Cosmetic Surgery Worries
I’ve wanted a breast augmentation since I was a teenager, but my husband is against cosmetic surgery. He seemed appalled when I first brought up the idea to him. I know it’s my body and that I’ll be happy doing this for myself, but I’m concerned he won’t like how I look and that it’ll affect our intimacy.
Sibling Trauma
Nobody knows my older sister used to touch me. You’d never believe it if you met her. She’s a lawyer, she’s intelligent, she’s easy-going, and just draws everyone in. She has two kids too. I’ve never spoken to her about it. I sometimes question if I remember things incorrectly, but I know that it happened. I don’t really know though how to forget it or what to do about it.
A Ghost
I’m sorry I ghosted you. I never meant to hurt you, but it was easier to walk away than to have you view me as a horrible person who broke promises. I’m still working on myself and trying not to let my insecurities keep messing up the relationships I build. I’ve always been tempted to run away, and I really don’t want to anymore.
Each Person Is Their Own Individual
If I could go back, I wouldn’t have children. I created a safe environment, cared for them, showered them with love, and watched over them. Now I have a son who’s a heroin addict and another who’s severely mentally ill to the point I’m terrified he’ll kill me. If I talk to anyone about this, they’ll automatically blame me. People can’t accept that no matter how you raise a child, they’re their own person.
Hatred for My Body
I constantly cry in front of a mirror for hours because I hate my body. No matter how many people say I look fine, I don’t see it. I have so much cellulite and stretch marks. My arms are chunky and my legs are hideous. I want to stay inside all day so that no one sees me. I wish I could be normal and like the way I look.
Stress of a New Job
My new job is killing me. I have so much stress to meet deadlines it’s making me vomit. On top of that, I’m financially supporting my parents. People tell me to quit and find another job, but it’s not easy. This job pays well, and I’m finally stable for once in my life. I’m just afraid it won’t be worth the toll it’s taking on my health. But it might be worse if I barely have any money.
Doubts About Christianity
I struggle with my faith. I was baptized as an infant, and my family is very religious. My father’s a pastor and my grandfather was as well. But I have trouble accepting all aspects of Christianity. There are many things I question and don’t find believable. The worst part is most of the religious people I’ve encountered in my life, including my own family, pick and choose what’s morally acceptable and what’s not. How is it that premarital sex is a sin, yet selfishness or instilling fear in others is acceptable?
Fear of Failing
I looked at the Father’s Day card my children made last year. It says I’m the greatest dad. So why do I feel like a failure? They’re growing up so fast, and every moment I’m fearful I’ll mess up. What if I can’t help them with their problems? What if I can’t make it to a soccer game? What if I treat them the way my father treated me and they end up resenting me? I’m doing the best I can, but it never seems to be enough.
My Partner’s Stinging Words
I’ve been in therapy for three years and have made significant progress with my self-esteem and CPTSD from childhood abuse. But at times, my partner can be extremely harsh. Last night I came home late from work and had forgotten to take out the trash the night before. My partner became angry and said I never do what they ask. I asked if there was something else going on. They told me I’m unreliable, and they can’t stand me. Their words sometimes sting and make me feel worthless all over again.
Beat Life
Life freaking sucks. It’s a bitch, and there’s no way out. You gotta get through one thing to get through a hundred more, and you still gotta somehow become stronger and make it. Like I don’t know how I’m surviving man. I’m taking it day by day and trying to be better. Cause I don’t wanna give up. I’ve come too far. #beatlife
Blackout
I think I have an alcohol problem. For the past few years, I haven’t gone a day without drinking, and when I drink, it’s usually to the point I blackout. What’s crazy is my friends have never said I have an issue. They seem to enjoy this version of me because I’m normally shy and don’t like crowds. It’s so much easier to fit in and not care about how I’m perceived when I drink.
Not My Fault
My brother’s the worst person on this planet! He constantly gets me in trouble, and my parents think everything is my fault. Today he knocked over a glass cup in the living room and told my parents I did it, and my father hit me. I hate my life and my family. I wish someone would listen to me and take my side for once and realize what a terrible person my brother is.
No Attraction
I’m not attracted to my girlfriend. I started dating her for her personality and thought I’d eventually develop an attraction. But it’s been a year and nothing’s changed. She’s an awesome person, and I don’t want to break up with her. But I don’t think I can stay in a relationship with someone I’m not physically into.
Motivational Hooker
For my eighteenth birthday, my dad dropped me off at a hotel and paid for a hooker to take my virginity. She sensed I was uncomfortable and just sat with me. We talked for the entire night about our lives. She gave me the motivation to stand up to my father and pursue photography instead of medicine. I don’t know where she is now, but I want to thank her and hope life’s treating her well.
The Kittens
The worst thing I’ve ever done is accidentally run over kittens. It was late at night, and by the time I realized they were kittens on the road, I was driving 60 mph and couldn’t stop because a car was tailgating me. So I ran right over them and then pulled into a CVS parking lot and cried.
His Soothing Voice
I can easily make extra payments online toward my mortgage principal. But I call the bank instead because I absolutely love talking to the man who works there Thursday afternoons. His voice is so soothing, and he’s a delight to speak with. I call at the same time every month and pretend I’m surprised when he answers. He always says it’s good to hear my voice and gives me book recommendations. I even dress up to talk to him. He makes me happy.
The Pain of Cancer
I’m 42 years old and was recently diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer. I’ve birthed six children and almost died when I had my fifth, had a stillbirth, survived a plane crash, buried my parents and grandparents, and processed my grief. But I think cancer will be the one thing I won’t overcome. I don’t want to leave my children and husband. I don’t want to die this soon. Why is this happening to me?