u/Different_Feature502

I’m sorry that we didn’t keep in contact, or more that I didn’t keep in contact. You kept trying. I should have been more receptive. You really are one of the kindest people I have known, and it was sincere. You’re a gem of a human. You deserve everything. I wish I could be part of that everything, but you deserve better. Really hope you’re doing well. Maybe our paths will cross again someday. Until then. ❤️

I’m sorry that we didn’t keep in contact, or more that I didn’t keep in contact. You kept trying. I should have been more receptive. You really are one of the kindest people I have known, and it was sincere. You’re a gem of a human. You deserve everything. I wish I could be part of that everything, but you deserve better. Really hope you’re doing well. Maybe our paths will cross again someday. Until then. ❤️

I’m sorry that we didn’t keep in contact, or more that I didn’t keep in contact. You kept trying. I should have been more receptive. You really are one of the kindest people I have known, and it was sincere. You’re a gem of a human. You deserve everything. I wish I could be part of that everything, but you deserve better. Really hope you’re doing well. Maybe our paths will cross again someday. Until then. ❤️

I know that if I’m going to do it, I need to do it that way. But I’m terrified to buy a gun, not out of fear of actually doing it, but just the fear that the person selling it to me will pick up on my plan. I’m a woman who has never shot a gun. I won’t have any questions. They’ll know.

So I met someone, on here of all places, and we eventually exchanged numbers and kept talking for months. He was incredibly kind/funny all the good things, talked every day. But being in the mental place that I was (still am let’s be honest now) I felt incredibly insecure, like he was out of my league and I really had nothing to contribute. I didn’t ghost ghost per se, I actually explained that I was in a bad spot and didn’t see anything developing and didn’t want to waste his time. He of course, responded perfectly and kindly. I thanked him. A few weeks later he reached out to see how I was doing, I responded and we talked for a couple weeks, then I just stoped responding. Shitty thing to do to such a kind/nice human. I guess this is more just an apology I’m putting out into the ether. I hope you’re okay, and I’m truly sorry.

So I met someone, on here of all places, and we eventually exchanged numbers and kept talking for months. He was incredibly kind/funny all the good things, talked every day. But being in the mental place that I was (still am let’s be honest now) I felt incredibly insecure, like he was out of my league and I really had nothing to contribute. I didn’t ghost ghost per se, I actually explained that I was in a bad spot and didn’t see anything developing and didn’t want to waste his time. He of course, responded perfectly and kindly. I thanked him. A few weeks later he reached out to see how I was doing, I responded and we talked for a couple weeks, then I just stoped responding. Shitty thing to do to such a kind/nice human. I guess this is more just an apology I’m putting out into the ether. I hope you’re okay, and I’m truly sorry.

Counter to the popular belief that sadness/depression aids in creativity, it kills mine. In the years since finishing college I’ve struggled to keep up with my interests and hobbies. In school I studied film photography and literature. With imbedded deadlines and pressure to make good marks on my work I created a lot—some work that I was proud of. But lately, I have lost that spark. Have any of you struggled to do what you know makes you feel better (creating) and somehow got out of that funk and into a productive routine? How’d you do it? What helped you? Thanks to all of you! Big big hugs! ❤️❤️

There were glimmers of you before, the girl who wanted to experience so much. She wanted to travel, to fall in love, to have her heart broken, to write. I’m so sorry for the life that I’ve lead, I know she would be so disappointed. My heart breaks for her, the little girl who wanted so much more than I’ve given her.