Erin Gilstrap · Burrst

Erin. Free spirit and non conformist. Music is a biggie for me. Writing and reading is an art that should be shared. Hopefully mine makes you feel something.

"Hey."
"
I hadn't seen or heard from him in three months. And our weak ass first words are 'hey'.
"...You been okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, I've been.. alright or whatever.. What about you?"
"Good."
"Good, good."
He gave me a weak smile and I smiled back but we both wanted to be as far away from each other as possible...

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Published 7 years ago

I think heartbreaks are a horrible thing. I know some people like to turn them into something beautiful, in some sort of stupid, love sick tragedy, but it's not beautiful. There's nothing beautiful about hurting. There's nothing beautiful about not being able to function properly. There's nothing beautiful about...

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Published 7 years ago

"I don't know, it just don't matter to me anymore." I tried to say it as simply as I could, but she still persisted with the whole "Why?" thing.
"But.. but WHY?" She had asked.
I could tell she was confused. She didn't understand why I was giving it up. I don't think she understands it now, and I don't think she ever...

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Published 8 years ago

Therapist: "And you two aren't together anymore?"

Ellie: " Uh... no. We broke up like six months ago, actually. I think about it a lot... the breakup. And him. But it's not really painful anymore. It used to make me sad to even think about him. But now.. now it's just okay."

"After awhile things just didn't feel the...

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Published 8 years ago

I remember being so sad about my life.
I remember wondering why things never worked out for me, and why I was unlovable. Why I was imperfect, why I was such a problem, why no one seemed to like me, why I was unwanted, and hated, and made fun of. I wondered so much, and thought so little.
I remember being so sad about my...

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Published 8 years ago

"Take it!" I had screamed at him.
He had stared at me.
My voice broke. "Just.. Just fucking take it, Anthony! Jesus Christ, please."

I held it out to him, his bag of things, our bag of things. Our bag of memories. All the notes and cards and stuffed animals and every other knick-nack collected over the past eight...

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Published 8 years ago

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