Goodbye, Witty. Witty has been so good to me, but it is my time to say goodbye. I made my first account on here on October 30, 2011; I was 11, I'm 18 now. I grew up with this website. If you travelled through all of my accounts, first to last, you'd see the journey I took to become who I am today. This website has shaped me in the most unbelievable way. Most of my witty friends have left, except for a few, like Bailey, and Allison who checks in once in a while. I don't have any time in my life to keep up with the top quotes or even to just check this website. Thank you, Steve, and everyone who I've ever talked to on here. See ya, witty.
I miss your fingertips running through my hair in the middle of the night. I miss you waking up because I can't sleep, to pull me in close. I miss when you noticed all the little things. I miss midnight conversations, and playing around on the floor. I miss your voice and the comfort it brings me when you say "it's going to be alright"
Truthfully I didn't need to go that way. Honestly I, had another motive that day. Truthfully I. Honestly I, just wanted to see you. No other reason, I genuinely just wanted to see you. Truthfully I try my best not to avoid you sometimes, other days I hope I don't run into you. Honestly you don't know the effect you have on me. Truthfully, I'm glad.
I miss your voice in the midst of the night. I miss your hand in mine. I miss loopy late night giggles. I miss skin to skin contact just not being close enough for us. I miss relief from the nightmares with you by my side. I guess I miss you the most at night.
And I, I like him. We're often hot and cold, but I like him. When it matters, he is there. I think I like him. He is kind, he has kind eyes. He doesn't smile easily, but he still finds me funny. I didn't even have to try, a few words. A few words of raw honesty, that's all it took to have him flash his beautiful smile. I really like him. I think I'm really smitten. His small smile, his laugh. It's so cringey to admit.
The days are long and the night is too short. Working all day then dreaming next to you. Weekends are even shorter than the nights with you. After a long day, you are my hot bath. You are my cosy bed. You are my comfort. After a long day, do you know how nice it is to be with you? I hope it feels like this for you too. The drive home, holding hands, being cringier than cringe, I love moments like that. After a long day. After worrying, working and stressing some more. Waiting in line, sitting behind a desk. Waiting some more, working some more. It all ends with you. Thank you.
*Freedom* posted a quote
November 2, 2017 11:55pm EDT
“You hurt me,” she said. “And for the longest time, I was waiting for you to come save me. For you to tell me it was okay, and to tell me I would be fine.” “I’m just here to tell you that I did all on my own,” she said, “And I’m still here.”
If this is love, why are you never there for me? If this is love, why do you lie to me? If this is love, why do you cheat on me? If this is love, why do you hurt me? If this is love, why do you constantly have to reassure me? If this is love, why don't you show it? If this was love, it wouldn't feel like it does.
Love me even on the days I hate myself. Love me even when the decisions I make are dumb. Choose to love me when I sabotage myself. Please stay when I tell you to leave. Please don't hate me, when I say I want you to. I say I don't ask for much, but in reality I do. Please stick by me even when I'm being stubborn. I love you and you know that won't change. I hope you'll love me even on those days.
*Freedom* posted a quote
November 13, 2017 3:39am EST
I was supposed to go hang out with a boy. I cut myself while shaving. I was bleeding really bad. I was way too embarrassed to tell him. But I did anyway. And he rushed to my apartment. With a first aid kit.