little_tippler

"Just shut up!"

"Fuck off/you!"

"Look, GO AWAY."

"Just go find someone else."

"I don't love you!"

"I understand you'll be hurt but I'm going to do what I want to anyway."

"Q: What about all the things you said? Why?
A: I don't know. Could you never see that I didn't love you?
A: No, I'm sure you did once. How could you say all those things and not? No.
A: Well you're stupid then."

"I don't care about..."

"Q: Why was everything so different in the beginning?
A: Because I wanted to have sex"

" I'm not attracted to you anymore. This will eventually cause us to break up!"

"Q: -Insert any meaningful/important question here -?
A: ......... (no answer, ignore, ignore, ignore, ad infinitum....)"

"When I realised that you did x, y , and z and that a, b, and c could never be part of our lives together, I realized I never loved you."

"I want someone more like her!" (referring to your best friend who all his mates were ogling on the beach)

"I really like you and I don't want us to break up, but I don't see a future for us. I don't see it. You're not the one for me, I'm sure."

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in the end he wasn't meant to be my SO. Clearly. I see that now.

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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.

Fernando Pessoa, 1918