While these words are always said with good intentions… It really doesn’t mean anything. If there was ever a reason for you to worry about feelings… maybe you shouldn’t be doing that thing in the beginning. I just feel like I’m not allowed to have my own friends. I share. I do. I feel like in the course of a year I’ve lost all the friends I used to have, and now the ones that I was so proud I was making… now they’re gone to. They’re not my own. I don’t pretend to claim them. But for once I’d like to be the one people are exciting to hang out with. The one girl that practically lived with me growing up. Who I love so so so much and who is involved in all my childhood memories… you talk to her more now than I do. She lets YOU know when she’s gonna be in town. I don’t care that you did what you said you wouldn’t. I care that you lied. About something stupid. Maybe I overreacted. But you showed no signs of remorse. Now things are back to how they were when they were bad. And I don’t know what to do. I. I just don’t know what to do anymore.
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