What Are the Things You Wanted to Say But Couldn't?

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Just tell what are the things that you want to say but couldn't?

I want to tell my closest friend who is my crush and I want to tell my classmate that I like her brother even if her brother doesn't know me.

I want to tell my mother that I do not forgive her for walking out on me, no matter how hard I try to - but I love her, and I can't hurt her like that.

i want to tell my ex that i miss our friendship... and her.

I want to tell my ex-best-friend that I think we both we're complete s**t heads and need to both apologize to each other 'cause I'm drowning with out her and she was one of the few people who could really make me happy.

I want to tell my parents to go F themselves and stop prying 'cause not matter how hard I won't spill and their just wasting their time.

And well I'd like to say a lot of other stuff but this is mostly it. the rest would just be the redundant go away, screw yourself ,leave me alone, go die and stick your head in a man hole sort of stuff xD I'm not an angry person at all xD

I want to tell my friend that I feel like I'm loosing him, but I can never get a chance to be alone with him. He's always with other friends also, and I'm afraid to say something like that in front of them. I want to tell him I miss talking to him so much and I miss him texting me every day after school. I don't want to loose another friend, but I feel helpless to do anyhthing about it. I want to tell him I feel replaced.

i want to tell them to go suck it. to get the fuck over themselves and to stop being pathetic gits. you wonder why i broke up with you, and you wonder why i called you a pathetic loser in the first place. take a step back and look at yourselves, this is no way to act towards somebody you supposedly cared so much about. I'm never going to forgive either of you, and it's been taking all the energy i have not to just punch you both and get it over with.

I want to tell her everything. I want to tell her how much this whole thing is killing me. I want to tell her I'm ready and have her believe it. I want to tell her exactly how much she means to me, and how much it's going to hurt when she moves. I want to tell her how scared I am. I want to tell her that I've stopped being so self-destructive and not be lying. I want to tell her how much self-control I exercise every time I'm near her, to stop myself from doing something and just fucking it all up. I want to tell her about my dreams. I want to tell her that I'm not a joke. I want to tell her that at the moment, the tiny shred of hope is all that's keeping me going and that it's getting farther away the longer it goes on. I want to tell her to break up with him for me. I want to tell her how much I love her, have her believe it, and then have her say the exact same thing to me.

Why did you lie? We have been together for our whole lives and you throw all of that away, and for what? A few minutes of high school fame? We were supposed to go to college together, supposed to move half way across. You were my best friend, my only friend for the longest time. Now, we have not said one word to each other since before your birthday; that was August. This is the longest I have ever gone without talking to you, and I doubt I will ever talk to you again. I won't save you when you need it, I won't hold you when you cry. See you never, Tinkerbell. This is my final goodbye.

I want to say how much I hate her.

I just want to say hello.
Just hello.
I honestly don't know how that's so hard.

I wanna say that I hate you. I fucking hate you. You're hideous and there's a reason no one can love you. Why no one will ever love you. That's how it's supposed to be since you weren't even supposed to be born. Don't you dare give that another shot. Ever.

Dad, I don't even know where to start. I want to tell you I love you no matter what, I want to tell you I hate you, and I want to tell you to get out. You mix up my emotions to no end. I want to tell you how much it hurts me that you threw our relationship away to go back to the booze. I want you to know you're fucking with my life, my emotions. It's embarressing to have friends in the house, it's embarressing that my friends and the neighbors see you go around drunk driving. I want you to know that I'm balling my eyes out as I even type this. I want-no I NEED you to know how much it hurts. I can't even put it into words. It just hurts. You hurt me so badly with every crack of an open can, ever empty bottle.

and mom, I want to say that I will never forgive you for making me live like this. never. if you had just fucking left dad would have gotten help, i know he would because i know he loves me and wants me in his life. I blame half of this on you, mother. I will never, ever, ever, forgive you for not leaving. I hate you both so much, but i love you too.

Person one; I just want to talk to you. Hold a conversation with you without any prejudgement on your part. You'd see that I'm...well I can be your friend.

Person two: I like you. A lot. But I'm scared...I don't think I'm ready to go as far as we would if we were going out. Is that stupid? Maybe. Sorry.

Really...I just want to tell alot of people to cut the drama and grow up. I'm tired of it, and I want it all to just stop...I want them to get real with themselves, and stop creating problems.

I DON'T FEEL THE SAME WAAAY.

i want to say:

"I dunno why this has taken me so long, i think maybe its that your eyes take my breath away so when i tried to speak before i couldn't.

Would you do me the honor of accepting my invitation to take you out for dinner ?"

I don't know why i didn't say it today, or last week!

I normally have no trouble telling girls i like them... But somehow i dunno... maybe i already like her to much, the thought of her shattering that dream is so terrifying...

Tom, I freaking like you.

awe i wish someone freaking loved me!

I'm beginning to detest the words "stuff happens." You say that to me every time I fuck up. It was reassuring the first time, but the fourth, the fifth? It just reminded me how much of a screw up I am.
Thanks for trying though, Mom.

I want to tell my mom sorry for being such a bad daughter.