Showing sad stories for tag "memories"

My Love is gone...

Sabrina

16 Oct, 2012 11:06 PM

My story is not different than other girls.. The girl is falling in love as the guy is not interested by her. Well i will tell you my story.... : First i have to say i'm Canadian and my love is Scottish. I'm 14 and he's 18. His name is Calum. When i first met him on a game i was kinda depressed because i thought no one loved me and i was having problems in my family. We started to talk every day, we couldn't get a day without talking to each others. It was true love (for me). We hang out together for over 3 months. I never had been that happy of my life. Even my parents had noticed that something had changed. He was my everything and we were always writing love note for each others. When i started to do poems in English for him... [Read More]

Tags: Heartbreak, Hurt, Memories, Breakup, Unloved
Votes: 9
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The Best Choice

Blaire

15 Jan, 2012 06:24 PM

Maybe i should start this by saying "Hi" everyone, I'd read a lot of your stories here, and I was inspired so I created my own story. I didn't want anything I just wanted to share my own story and ill truly appreciate if you'll have time to read this :D Steph ( not her real name ) is my best friend since I was in high school , she's just a typical girl but because of her attitude she has a lot of suitors, and i can justify that. We already knew each other well, that we don't have any secrets at all. If she's not around, my day is incomplete , we really enjoy each others company, that sometimes we even isolated ourselves to our other friends. Until one day, my ultimate crush wants to court her , she knew how i feel for him, but I never... [Read More]

Tags: Love, Memories, Unloved
Votes: 4
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First, Last and Only Kiss

Will Small

18 Dec, 2011 12:59 AM

There was once a young man who was in love. It was the same old story; he loved a girl who he knew from school. He loved her for years and they were close, talking on the phone well into the night several times a week, but they did not hang out together a whole lot. Then as the boy got older they started running with the same crowd, he was happy at first, until she started dating someone else, and of course he was friends with the other guy. Life went on, for our hero was used to being in love with her but not having her. So one day her boyfriend and she were having problems and he went on a family vacation for two weeks and the relationship was left up in the air while he was gone. So our protagonist took the opportunity and told her... [Read More]

Tags: Young Love, Heartache, Longing, Unloved, Memories, Missing
Votes: 3
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Aly's Song

Zechariah

22 Nov, 2011 10:12 AM

This story isn't solely about love. The following story is not about loss. It's not a tragedy or a romance. Rather, it's all of the above. I had done something terrible one day that had forced me to move out of my home. I moved in with my grandparents who had agreed to take me in. I didn't know the neighborhood, the school district, or anyone within twenty miles of me. I had never felt more alone in my life. I started going to Grissom Middle School that August. My reputation as a fighter and a hothead had followed me up from my old school. My peers tantalized and antagonized me to the point where I would've given my legs to have a fully loaded gun. One day, while I was home, I decided to go for a walk. All of the hostility I faced at school didn't exist in... [Read More]

Tags: Alone, Death, Friendship, Heartbroken, Memories, Missing
Votes: 20
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Forbidden Love G&A

Broken_Hearted

07 Nov, 2011 10:37 PM

My story is a one-sided love. It was my senior year, I was content. I awaited for the joy that was coming, excited to end high school. However, what I didn't know my Bio class will be where I'll find my first love. One may say it seems flimsy but the first time I saw my teacher, my heart fluttered. He shook hands with all his students and the moment he took my hands and gazed into my eyes, I knew my heart wasn't mine anymore. Since then on I made it my goal to be the perfect student. It was hard because unlike usual I had to work harder, for he wasn't an easy teacher. Each time he would mention his wife, it broke my heart and I envied her. Despite, the glow he got by talking about his baby girls (daughters) made me happy. I was glad for... [Read More]

Tags: Unloved, Memories, Student, Teacher
Votes: 3
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How Could You??

i love you

26 Oct, 2011 05:40 AM

This is the saddest story make sure that you read all of it and have a box of hankies handy. This in relation to getting a "No Kill" animal shelter in Knoxville. Pass this on to any pet lover that you know. "How Could You?" by An Animal Lover When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a belly rub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and... [Read More]

Tags: Animal, Pet, Unloved, Dog, Memories
Votes: 55
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Thanks For The Memories

Olivia

21 Oct, 2011 02:04 PM

It was 8:oo pm as my father came in and said we were going out for a surprise. This was rare, after my mother passed away after she gave birth to me, my dad was always finding it hard to juggling with his work and looking after me, this is hard as i am dyslexic. My dad needs to get extra help for me as I'm starting high school I am 11. My father took my hand and escorted me to the car. This would be the last time i set foot in this car. It was getting dark and the rain was pelting on the car i sat back and looked out the window to figure out where we were going. I was in the passenger's seat and my dad was driving. It was so cold outside that the car windows started to freeze. We were coming out of... [Read More]

Tags: Death, Pain, Sad, Memories, Family
Votes: 76
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my stranger

little heart

09 Aug, 2011 11:32 PM

The weird thing about me is that I have this huge amount of anger inside me that I can't seem to get rid of.. though I keep it all in..there were times when I would snap ..just like that with no triggers or anything of that kind?.i would be lying if I said I don't know the cause of that anger.. I would be a damned liar! Just like your perfect lying? Hey my stranger, you added to my anger.. tons even?cause although I didn?t trust you enough .. I believed you to be a kind person?one with a heart of whiteness?. But you know what? ? I am not stupid as you think me to be .. I had this nagging feeling that this day would come.. ! it just came sooner than I expected ! Does it seem stupid to you that I am talking to you on... [Read More]

Tags: Anger, Sadness, Depression, Missing, Memories
Votes: 4
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Time heals nothing!

little heart

09 Aug, 2011 11:17 PM

The weird thing about me is that I have this huge amount of anger inside me that I can't seem to get rid of.. though I keep it all in..there were times when I would snap ..just like that with no triggers or anything of that kind?.i would be lying if I said I don't know the cause of that anger.. I would be a damned liar! Just like your perfect lying? Hey my stranger, you added to my anger.. tons even?cause although I didn?t trust you enough .. I believed you to be a kind person?one with a heart of whiteness?. But you know what? ? I am not stupid as you think me to be .. I had this nagging feeling that this day would come.. ! it just came sooner than I expected ! Does it seem stupid to you that I am talking to you on... [Read More]

Tags: Anger, Sadness, Depression, Missing, Memories, Secret, Lies
Votes: 5
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Self Inflicted Wounds

MadHouse

14 Jul, 2011 09:22 PM

I could feel the prickly bark of the tree on my back as I sat there. I?d been there for what felt like hours, and maybe it had been, but I?d never know. I had a blanket draped over my lap, hiding it. I was up high, on a big hill that overlooked parts of the ocean. All around me was a path for runners and bikers, but no one had come around yet. The way the sun was perched in the sky, I guessed it was at least two in the afternoon. I?d gotten there and did it at around eight that morning. From below me, at the base of the hill, I could hear the laughs and choppy words of children. There was a playground at the bottom. I could imagine kids playing there, swinging on the monkey bars, slithering down slides, running in the lush grass like... [Read More]

Tags: Sad, Death, Love, Memories, Regret
Votes: 5
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