In reference to sixpenceee's glitch in the matrix post:
When I was 19, I was depressed, horribly depressed. It was over this idiotic boy, who would never care about me as much as I cared about him. He ignored me, day after day and god did it kill me inside. I stopped caring about school work. Everyday just seemed gloom and depressing. I was a wreck.
I remember one rainy November morning, I threw my phone at the wall in frustration and just started heaving. It was the worst day. I was tired, just sick of all. I wanted nothing more than my heart to ache over something else, anything else. This situation was tiring and I was so, so exhausted.
And that was when I swear, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It wasn’t even a cold hand, it was warm. I kid you not, I heard a voice say the words “Matthew Love Better”- atleast that’s what I made out. For some reason, I felt better, and that was the last night I cried over my douche of an ex.
5 years later, and I have been together with my new boyfriend Matthew (whose last name I don’t want to give out) for 3 years. I have never been happier in my life with someone than him.
Anyway that’s my story. Thank you sixpenceee for being a wonderful, kind and thoughtful blogger as always, and letting us have an outlet for our own stories.