breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
When He Breaks Your Heart... Again. Top Story - May 2018.
Well, he's done it again. He found a way to get back in your heart and to trick you into believing "he's changed." Now, you're sitting at home, sad and heartbroken for the millionth time, and asking yourself if there's something wrong with you. Stop!! The only thing that's wrong with yo, is that you let him get in your head, AGAIN. Don't beat yourself up, though, it's your time to shine. Showing him you're hurt will only show him that he still has control over your heart and your feelings. What I want you to do instead is to look in the mirror and look at how beautiful and amazing you are. Your eyes are bright, your hair is great, and you have a smile that can light up a room. Good, now that you see your outer beauty, let's talk about your inner beauty. What are a couple things that you love about yourself? Are you caring, generous, polite? Are you driven, motivated, or hard working? Once you've noticed your inner and outer beauty, you're ready to make your statement. Call up some friends, make some plans, and open up your closet. Make tonight the first night of the new you. Put on something great, spritz on your favorite perfume, and do something new to your hair. Wear makeup if you'd like, too. I know you're probably thinking, "What's this going to help with?" It helps by getting your mind off him, by giving you a well needed time out with your friends, and it helps by giving you an opportunity to learn more about yourself without the distraction of your idiot ex-boyfriend. If he calls while you're out, don't pick up the phone!! No texts, no calls, no excuses. You don't need him. Avoid his lies and his tricks to get back with you. He knows if he says or does a certain thing, you'll go right back to him. So don't give him the satisfaction. Make him see you don't need him or his lies. You deserve to laugh and be happy, you deserve love, and you deserve to shine brighter than you ever have.
By Virginia Shefcyk8 years ago in Humans
Goodbye Old Lover, Goodbye Old Friend
You destroyed me. You made me feel like everything and nothing all at the same time and I don’t know how you did it. Did you have a voodoo doll of me hidden away somewhere, stuffed in your sock drawer? It’s like my longing for you weren't my true feelings but I felt them anyway.
By Natalie Jolynn8 years ago in Humans
Thank You Tryston
Four days ago my life began to fall in a direction no one could prepare me for. The sad part of that statement is, if my heart was honest with myself, gut-wrenchingly honest, I knew it was bound to happen. Have you ever fallen in love with the idea of love? We create this image of what happy looks like, and begin to feel it. From taking the perfect Instagram photos, writing the clever captions, and well, making our own romance novel through photos. Except photos can be altered, photoshopped, cropped, and made out as something far from the original. That's exactly what happened with my real life. I took what looked like perfection, and attempted to create it through someone who was an artist himself. We both had all the talent, creativity, and motive to display what true love looked like, except art is just art. It doesn't have the power to come to life no matter how much technology we put into it.
By Amy Johnson8 years ago in Humans
Bittersweet
You used to wake up every morning with a smile on your face, and I'd know the minute I opened my eyes that it was because of me. You used to wake up with me before the sun and gaze intently at my reflection in the mirror while I brushed my teeth, as if I was the water that your body needed after days of clawing your way through the Sahara. You used to see me. You used to kiss my fingertips while simultaneously counting your blessings. You used to kiss my breath away, then turn pale in the face, replacing it with your own. You used to sing the gospel to me. With me. You used to hug me so hard that the broken pieces in me were one again. You used to stroke my hair gently, reaffirming me of my own worth while my head rested heavily in your lap and my tears puddled at your feet. You used to hum "I love you," and other sweet nothing's into my ear until I was lullabied to sleep. You used to be my rest. You used to dance around with me in the kitchen to Stevie Wonder, and I watched as your smile doubled in size when I sang off key. You used to smile at me. You used to bear your soul to me. So much so that I felt the need to cover your nakedness up with the velvet of my voice, reassuring you that no amount of past woes or filth you felt clung to you would ever make me love you any less.
By Diamond Moore8 years ago in Humans
The Breakup Letter
You are the worst kind of human being that exists today. A complete waste of space and energy and the incarnation of pure evil and all that is bad. You are a succubus and a black hole where all hopes, dreams, and emotion go to die and be forgotten. You destroy all that is good and pure with the predisposition to somehow better only yourself or your situation no matter the cost. You are all that is hateful, harmful, disgusting, malicious, repulsive, spiteful, wicked, greedy, selfish, rotten, and poisonous. You don't care who you hurt or what relationships you destroy. You deny any and all accountability for your actions and decisions or the repercussions thereof, enjoying the pain, suffering, and misfortune they've caused others in the process.
By David McZachary8 years ago in Humans
Out of Love
We built this life together and I think that's probably the reason why I held on for so long. When you've known a person you held so dear to you since you were teenager, it's hard to let go because you know that if you do, then you can't cry on his shoulder anymore, he can't be the person you call to break down to and the best parts of him no longer are yours.
By Muted Clarity8 years ago in Humans
I Think She Broke Me
I love pop culture. Back to the Future especially. And do you want to know which Back to the Future character I relate to the most? Einstein, Doc’s dog. I’ve always found I had some profound and transcendent connection with that dog. He is the first living object to travel into the future, then hops out as if nothing happened, completely oblivious to the world-changing science that has just transpired around him. That is exactly me. Our entire relationship I was utterly ignorant to the underlying metaphor. Ignorant to the inevitable failure that comes from an unbalanced relationship. It wasn’t until it was all over that I could truly comprehend what had just happened. Yes, believe it or not, this is a story of love. More accurately, lack thereof.
By David Climo8 years ago in Humans
Twelve Years Later
"If we got back together, what would be different this time?" I racked my brain, trying to think of ways in which we both had changed over the years. Ignoring the aching in my chest begging me not to ruin this moment, I explained how much more mature he had gotten—how he was finally growing into his own person; an adult. I reasoned that my anxiety and depression were under control, and that while I still have a fiery, passionate personality, my temper is much more subdued.
By Abigail Winter8 years ago in Humans
