Teacher:In this task, you are given a text of many news articles seperated by special token "|||||". Your task is to summarize them.
Teacher: Now, understand the problem? Solve this instance: Ever since Adele released “Hello,” we’ve all had exes on the brain. Even those of us in perfectly wonderful relationships (whether it be with another human, a cat, or our lovely selves) feel a tug at the heart strings at the sound of her haunting belt, mourning an ex that doesn’t even exist. In a way, thinking about relationships, the people we’ve loved, and the people we’re still trying to get over can be incredibly therapeutic. 
  
 If you’re in Adele haze and want to live vicariously through other people’s heartbreak, then you will love the Tumblr The Last Message Received. The blog collects screenshots of people’s final messages from loved ones, some former significant others or family members who passed away. Oh man, the range of sympathy, rage, sadness, and empathy is … [insert Adele belt here]. 
  
 This Tumblr really shows how strange it can be to have your relationship documented through texts and social media. Technology can make things easier, but it can also make getting over someone much harder. 
  
 Prepare to get cathartic. 
  
 We all know what it feels like to be kept on the hook. 
  
 Or to be completely shocked by how cold a loved one can be. ||||| It’s 5 AM and my eyes have been wide open since yesterday. 
  
 I’m tired. I’m tired of being disappointed constantly when it comes to the romantic side of my life. I know I’ve also let down people and hurt the ones I loved the most, but I’ve learnt my lessons too… So why do I keep being punished? Why do I keep ending up in embarassing or simply absurd situations? 
  
 I’ve been told to lower my standards or I’ll end up alone. i’ve been told to go with the flow. I’ve also been told that I can do better than X or that my choices weren’t rational enough. I’ve been criticised constantly and sometimes I actually forget that my choices are not other people’s business at all. 
  
 I’m tired of being told that happiness will come and I will find someone for myself, but first I must learn to be comfortable with myself. I know that, I am aware and I love myself and try to take care of my soul the best I can, but do you know how much it hurts to finally feel relaxed and hopeful that things will finally work out this time and then shit fucking happens again? 
  
 Needless to say that I feel like my ex makes fun of me and tries to lower my worth by any possible means, when I’ve tried to be supportive and encourage them to be their best selves and …yeah. I don’t think I can find the words to express how I feel about this. 
  
 I’ve never been brave enough to enjoy new experiences and said no to most of the opportunities that arrive and now I’m craving to experiment, to flirt, to feel something new, but all i get are uncomfortable situations, because of people that don’t understand that I’m not interested in them and keep bothering me. What is it that it’s so hard to understand that I won’t make any move unless I’m also attracted to that person? My “no” is a “no” and will remain a “no” unless I explicitly mention otherwise. My trust in people diminishes more and more with each stupid situation I get into. 
  
 I want someone to discuss with, to feel comfortable with and to be attracted to, I want someone that can keep up with my curiosity and never-ending energy, I want someone that can keep me stimulated at all times and that shares the same values as me, I want someone that wants to be their best self, for them, for me, for the society, I want someone that never stops learning. 
  
  
  
  
  
 I want peace. I want someone to share my happiness with. I want someone to support. I want someone to inspire. I want someone from and with whom I can learn. I want to discover a soul and not only a body. 
  
 I’m afraid that by writing this it looks like I’m having sky-high expectations, but I simply want to be able to safely open up myself to someone and vice-versa. 
  
  
  
 - The Tired Girl 
  
 P.S.: What are your thoughts on this? What is your experience with love as a young adult? Have you been often disappointed? Feel free to leave replies to this post, I will surely read them. ||||| “hey so sorry for the long post in advance but i’m trying a new thing where i’m completely honest about myself, also i can’t sleep so i figure i would write… so as you know, I’m trying really hard right now to not self-harm or drink because I realized I was going to take it too far one time and it would end up killing me… anyways, probably because I still have feelings for you, and my own insecurities, when you send me pictures of guys that you are fucking and brag about how much dick you’ve sucked, it makes me feel like you are intentionally trying to hurt me, and I don’t understand why because when we were dating, I really tried my best to be good to you and you were really nice to me which is one of the reasons i liked you… so my first reaction to deal with the pain is to drink until i’m numb or cut myself to feel on the outside how i feel on the inside. and I don’t want to be that person anymore… ok so to the point, i don’t think we can be friends on here because i’ll end up hurting myself again” 
  
 we dated for 6 months. this is the last message I sent her. never heard anything back. ||||| The seed for this crawl was a list of every host in the Wayback Machine 
  
 This crawl was run at a level 1 (URLs including their embeds, plus the URLs of all outbound links including their embeds) 
  
 The WARC files associated with this crawl are not currently available to the general public. ||||| “You’re a hateful person.” 
  
 What my father texted me when I was trying to get him to come to my wedding in June. Haven’t seen or talked to him since and this is the dad who left when I was five and dumped me on other relatives, so that he could sleep with women and cheat on his wives. You aren’t a father. You are a poor excuse for a man and a human being. ||||| I invited him to come watch my play every day for a month and he always said he was gonna come because that’s what friends do, but then he didn’t show up. I asked him why and this is what I got. ||||| Starting in 1996, Alexa Internet has been donating their crawl data to the Internet Archive. Flowing in every day, these data are added to the Wayback Machine after an embargo period. ||||| The last time you text with someone — whether the conversation is funny, mundane or biting — can be haunting. 
  
 Emily Trunko, 15, is the curator behind the Tumblr The Last Message Received, which is dedicated to the final texts users received from exes, former friends and even deceased love ones. 
  
 The screenshots are striking in their variety. Some are banal conversations that went unfinished — a "hey" or a "goodnight." Others are pointed conclusions to relationships. Others are harsh: "I really don't care about you anymore." 
  
  
  
 Trunko, who also runs the anonymous letter Tumblr Dear My Blank, told BuzzFeed that she started The Last Message because she's "always been fascinated with glimpses into the lives of other people." 
  
  
  
 "I thought that the last message sent before a breakup or before someone passed away would be really poignant," she added. 
  
  
  
 Trunko explained that the Tumblr has made her more aware of her own daily communications with loved ones. 
  
 "Every message I send to them could be the last one I ever exchange, and every message I receive could be the last one I receive," she said. |||||
Student:
Question: "You never came. Why?" Answer: "Because I don't love you anymore." That's just one example of the heartbreaking and heartbreakingly awkward posts shared on the latest Tumblr craze: The Last Message Received, reports Mashable. Curated by 15-year-old Emily Trunko, the Tumblr serves as a way for people to share final texts sent from exes, former besties, and love ones who've passed away. Emily, who also runs a Tumblr where people post anonymous letters, says the Last Message blossomed out of her fascination "with glimpses into the lives of other people," per Buzzfeed. "I thought that the last message sent before a breakup or before someone passed away would be really poignant." She was right. One user posts the last words from her grandmother, who she says died hours later during heart surgery: "Don't worry. I'll be OK. Love you more," per Hello Giggles. A text from a 22-year-old who was later hit by a drunk driver reads: "I'm not gonna drive drunk. I promise. I'll talk to you later, love." The Last Message isn't entirely depressing, though. People also use it as a place to vent. After sharing a last text from his or her apparently less-than-admirable father, one user writes, "You aren't a father. You are a poor excuse for a man and a human being." Emily says the Tumblr has inspired her to communicate with others differently. "Every message I send to them could be the last one I ever exchange, and every message I receive could be the last one I receive," she says. Submit your own last message here.