So... fairly often, I read all of those old letters from past relationships (the relationships actually ended over several years ago/haven't spoken to them since then/all ended very badly) and I also stare at their old pictures from this big shoe box I keep. It's impossible for me to "move on" even though it's been so long. I know how reminiscing is going to make me feel (dead inside, overwhelming anxiety, or like I'm suffocating), but I take out those letters and pictures anyway. Then, I look through the yearbooks for about 2 hours, remembering how horrific high school was. I just really fear that this will never end. I never had closure with these things, especially past relationships with girls. Lastly, I start comparing myself to what they might be up to now vs. how ****ty my life is - they don't even know I exist anymore. This is depressing and pathetic on my part and I know I'm wallowing, but, I need to know that I'm not the only one who does this. I hate even admitting this and posting this.
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