break_up claudia i break-up with friends all the time. i hate them and they have no clue. it's difficult getting-back my things. it's like the classic breakup where you return eachother's stuff. only they don't know i'm breaking up with them. and even after the fact, they're not quite sure what happened. at first it's hard, but after a while you find things not to like about the other person just so you can secretly reclaim your stuff. then it's just sport. 010430 ... kelli crane i'm on my way over to my X friends house. She thinks we are still friends. She has three pairs of pants of mine and my killer combat boots. She thinks everything's okay. She has no idea i think she's a fucking psycho loser bitch. We'll smoke a cigarette and she'll tell me her stupid little problems and then I'm the hell out of there. Hey, she also has my carolina herrara perfume! I better be xtra nice. What a bitch!!!!!!!! 020115 ... Arwyn "The best girls I've ever dated were five foot three... That's why I'm so happy that you're the perfect height." If they're so perfect how come I'm number 13? "Thirteen's my lucky number" I suddenly find myself doubting things...who knows maybe 14 is his lucky number. Maybe I'm not as great as he thinks I am... 020115 ... sphinxradio some people don't believe in them. so instead of awkward confrontations, they simply begin to date someone else, and the unknowing-ex drifts away. this frustrates me to no end. it means i have to play the fool until someone else tells me he saw you together last night. 020119 ... pikechewa a break-up is simply a label on love 050215 ... pSyche .... I feel like a terrible person today. 070612 ... pSyche he said no words to argue. He only asked why. He apologized. And then he cried. I'm sorry. I hope you'll be okay. 080724 ... Soma you said I think I know where this is going and I was the one who had no idea where my feet were walking or my mouth was talking staring at the ground you say that maybe we should just be friends I'd been thinking that same thing but I still cry my face in my hands my heart in your hands i know know that it is pain telling us we are alive i said, of everything the thing i'll miss is the feel of you Miss what? You said In the fading light I look across to you you said nobody is going anywhere but in my heart i know this is a lie still together but you're the cat unravelling m e 090203 ... FA113N It would make sense, of course, if I wished for them to break up. No one understands why I do not, why I do not feel jealous. It is very simple. If he broke up with her - for example because she does not want children - of if she broke up with him - because he did something unforgivable - the end result would be the same. It would break her heart. The thought is so painful to me, so alien to all I want for her, so awful that it makes me nauseous to even think about it. I prefer her happy ending, them living happily ever after, and me loving her from afar. This is how I love her. 130216 what's it to you? who go blather from