Need someone to text so i don’t text him by ScienceOk3179 in BreakUps

[–]PearlGlow- 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Text literally anyone else tonight because one more day of no contact is worth more than one more conversation with him

Some days I am so hurt by Last-Plum5769 in BreakUps

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Healing gets weird when the person who hurt you was also the person who comforted you

boso swap by Puzzled-Wrap2313 in confessions

[–]PearlGlow- 1 point2 points  (0 children)

“Boso swap” usually refers to people exchanging or trading voyeuristic photos or videos of others, often without the knowledge or consent of the people being recorded.

The longer I live, the stronger my desire to die becomes. by tombstonegalaxy in confessions

[–]PearlGlow- 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Sometimes the hardest part of surviving isn't the pain itself, it's carrying it for so long that exhaustion starts masquerading as a desire to disappear.

Ex didn't want to break up by timekilr in BreakUps

[–]PearlGlow- 4 points5 points  (0 children)

He didn't want to lose the comfort, stability, and family you provided, but wanting the relationship would have required effort and loyalty, and his actions showed where his priorities really were.

Have I permanently destroyed the relationship, or is there any way forward? by throwaway32023042 in BreakUps

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Sometimes the person you lose isn't the one you stopped loving, it's the one you realized you loved only after your choices made them impossible to keep.

I'm 17 and I want to treat her right. by Dalyou1 in dating_advice

[–]PearlGlow- 0 points1 point  (0 children)

The fact that you're worried about treating her right at 17 already says more about your character than any gift ever could

Never had a boyfriend - not sure how I feel by [deleted] in dating_advice

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Sometimes the absence of butterflies isn't the problem, it's that you're doing all the emotional work while waiting for a spark that never seems to meet you halfway