Showing sad stories for tag "hurts"


Clary Barns

21 Sep, 2016 09:37 PM

drip, drop, drip, drop. I watch as the rain falls outside my window, growing slightly bored. The TV is on in the background, MTV is on. I look around my room, thinking, day dreaming, pointing out how messy it is, and how i should get up and do it. But I don't feel up to it, just like I don't feel up to doing anything. Hi I'm Charlie, a 15 year old girl, waiting for her life to get better, cause as everyone says, it gets worse only to get better, but so far it hasn't happened. I deal with depression, social anxiety, and Like many people, I think way too much. My phone dings, notifying me of a new message, and no it's not from a friend, i don't have anymore of those. But it's from my mother. Mom-Hey hun, not gonna be home tonight, your brother has a... [Read More]

Tags: Life, Love, Nothing, Annoying, Hurts
Votes: 9

If I knew it would end


24 Aug, 2014 08:43 PM

It has been almost 3 years... Jacob has been the love of my life. We shared every moment together good and bad. Everyone taught we were going to be together forever, but forever was too long. I taught we were going to be something; have a small apartment, kids, long old memories, but that dream just didn't come through. We met at a party. We had been chosen by our parents to be partners for a girl's dance. When we first met, it was awkward.. I had never knew this guy and now I was suppose to hold his hand and dance with him? He was pretty annoying, something he tripped me on purpose, and It irritated me. I even told my mom I wanted to get out, but she insisted I continue with the dance. Months of practicing the dance with Jacob, we got to know each other. He... [Read More]

Tags: Jealousy, Hurts, Ruined
Votes: 9



08 Nov, 2011 05:17 PM

In the sixth grade, I remember meeting and seeing my first love. His name was Andrew, and he was two years older than me (an 8th grader at the time). At first he was just my harmless middle school crush, but then he ended up becoming something much more. I wanted him so badly, I could taste it. Every day I would go out of my way to get a glimpse of him. I remember the first day he ever said my name ( he also happened to be student body president, so he made announcements on the intercom every day). He congratulated me over the intercom for doing well on the track team. I was giddy. Months passed, and I remained infatuated. During the last week of school, all of the students wore plain white t- shirts so their fellow classmates could sign them with markers. I giggled as... [Read More]

Tags: Love, Hurts, Andrew, Unloved
Votes: 18