I feel empty. I’m neither disappointed or glad for them. I don’t know what to feel. It’s not like I like him. But then again, it’s not like I don’t. I’ve noticed that overtime, I’ve found a sense of possession over him. But I always knew he was never mine. What we had, it was nothing. Because nothing ever happened. So, why? Why am I feeling this way? We haven’t talked in months. And if we did, our conversations would be short-lived. I’ve always had a picture of him in my head. Imagining how we would be, if we ever were to be together. He was perfect. In my head, at least. I might have fallen for the idea of him with me. And now I’m attached. My subconscious is saying he’s mine, when he never was. It had thought that my imaginative relationship with him was real. And now I can’t help but feel like he’s supposed to be with me. “You Belong With Me” by Taylor Swift, anyone? There’s not much to do but to bury everything inside. Not like I could do anything about their relationship. They’re happy. I have no right to take their happiness away from them. I guess I’ll just wait for it to fade. – S.
What To Do if Your Ex Wants You Back
*This article mostly applies on girls.
You’ve moved on. Or at least I’m assuming you have. You’re finally happily independent, or you may have a different man to yourself now, and everything is going well.
Until your ex-boyfriend comes around. Yet again.
Isn’t it such an unfortunate coincidence that when you’ve finally let go, that’s when he comes begging you to return?
It isn’t.
See, I have this theory that when people see their ex move on, they feel vulnerable. They feel left behind. I know this; I’ve been there.
Well, what do you do now?
1. Ask yourself.
The Mighty Ex-boyfriend is all candy and sweets with his words, trying to convince you to come back. But would you let this affect you? Ask yourself, because at the end of the day, your feelings are what matters the most. If you still love him, or you want to give it one more try, no one’s stopping you, but..
2. Examine the past.
Think of the reasons it didn’t work out in the first place. Ask him his own point of view of how it happened. You can’t be bias on this one. For all you know, you were too caught up with breaking up that you never noticed it was all on you. Or on him.
3. Watch his words and actions.
What if he’s only saying all these things for a booty call? Don’t be fooled. Be sure to check up on his words. See if he’s sincere enough to write the sentence correctly. If he texts you this, “Oh bae sorry for evrything. I jus want u back,” uhm, I don’t think that’s called sincerity. If you want to be certain about it, why don’t you two meet up or talk on the phone instead?
4. If he cheated..
This is all on you. If you really believe he’s changed, go on and give him the chance he’s been rooting for. But be cautious. If he’s cheated more than once, what’s holding him from cheating one last time?
5. Be happy.
Relationships aren’t supposed to be stressful. They’re supposed to help you, to make you ecstatic. So watch out. There’s a reason he’s called an EX-boyfriend, hun.
– S.
The Angel Who Flew Back Down
The Little Girl I Once Knew
Dear Abby,
It wasn’t too long ago that I was a small child. A child that cared less about anything. A happy child. Like you.
But then came change.
I was starting to realize that everyone around me was judging me. My friends, my parents, every single one of them.
Insecurity is what changed me.
I did not grow up. No, growing up doesn’t change you. Your environment, your consciousness, that’s what changes you. I didn’t grow up, because I’m still childish, I still love the little things in life, I play children games sometimes, but those actions are kept on closed doors. When the door is open, I’m different. I’m not myself.
Everyone around you will judge you subconsciously. They will hurt you, but you have to be strong. You’ll give in now and then, but you’ll be able to go on. Your scars will heal, like mine are.
While I was little, I wanted so badly to be a teen. I thought it would be fun. I had a ridiculous idea that I would be free. That my parents would be less controlling.
I was wrong. It’s much worse.
I want to go back to the times that every little thing was funny. To the times where I can be weird, and it would be acceptable.
I want to be that happy little girl again. I want to be you again.
– S.
How It Really Feels To be a Pretty Girl
A few years back, I’ve always wondered how it felt to be attractive. To be wanted by many boys without even trying.
Now I’m not saying I’m incredibly pretty. But one thing I do know, is that I’ve started to notice an improvement on my looks as the years passed. Some with the help of a little cosmetics. (I love makeup. Not only does it enhance my face’s qualities, but it also gives me the confidence that I need.) And my body has also improved. Thank God for puberty.
How do I know that I’m not the only one thinking I’ve looked better?
The people around me and their attitude towards me. This is always important when you want to know if you became prettier over the years (or months, or days, maybe even hours), because people are going to act differently towards you. It’s sad, I know, but people will converse with you more. They will pay more attention to you and whatever it is you say. You will get accepted in social cliques that you’ve always wanted to be in back then when you looked worse. Believe me, it feels great. Sometimes. But it also makes you realize that society is stupid. They pay more attention on the facade, they always do.
I can tell you right now, it’s easier to manipulate when you’re attractive. Somehow people trust you. Some others stutter when you talk to them for the first time; they can’t believe that someone as attractive as you could possibly even know they exist. When you go to a restaurant, waiters will stare. (God forbid they’re 15 years older than you. Ew.) People will stare. Even girls. But not the stare you would usually want if you know what I mean.
Speaking of other girls, they will hate you. Not all of them, but some will for sure. It’s guaranteed. No matter how nice you are, there will always be that one girl that mad dogs you every time you enter the room. This shouldn’t be so surprising; she sees you as a threat. You will hear her saying, “Oh, she’s a slut,” or “That b*tch is the worst.” There are some that will hate you but won’t even give a reason why, invalid or not. It’s obvious that their hatred is rooting from pure jealousy. So there is one con, I guess you could say.
Pardon me, I was wrong. There is another major con.
Pedophiles.
Oh no. A 54 year old man is checking your butt out as you walk by in a furniture store. What do you do?
Run. Hide behind a sofa for sale. Or go to your dad. When a pedo sees an adult, he backs away. Usually.
But, anyways, being pretty isn’t all that. There will be jealous girls, or old men wanting a piece of you anywhere you go. Misunderstandings will come and go, boys will read your “signals” the wrong way.
Signals? All you said was hi. It was only a friendly gesture, come on.
But all in all, being pretty, whether we like it or not, is like first row tickets when you go to a concert. Except that concert is life. And the first row tickets are your looks. And to top it all off, you might as well blend that gorgeous face with an adorable personality. That way you not only get to sit on the first row, you get to have backstage passes too.
– S.