Wednesday, January 19, 2011

What I would give to save the rain.

A,

there are so many things i wish i could say to your face and not hurt you. You're one of my really good friends and you hurt me everytime we're together, I can't get over it. I know that you're a very outgoing person on a regular level, but noone in their right mind needs to hear someone talk about themselves for 2 hours, not even at a lecture.

you've gotten better since you've been dealing with stress in your life, sad as it is to say, at least it's stress and you know you're alive. As far as the breakup, I didn't want to talk to you after that, you were ridiculous and I couldn't even speak a word to you without getting upset about my own circumstances. I'm sorry, you can't say to someone who has lost their father and brother in the span of two years, that you felt as if they died when the relationship ended, it didn't dear, it's hard that he's still here.. but you weren't even dating that long and as shitty as this is for me to say because I would've never wanted someone to say it to me but you need to get over it. You've been "mourning" for a month, please, if it's bothering you this much... go seek professional help because I can't help you anymore, I'm trying to help myself. Since I'm on the subject of self-improvement one other thing that rightly annoys me and i'd appreciate it if it was monitored is talking about your womderful times spent with your father. Your dad is still around, don't worry.. I get it.. You really don't need to rub it in my face that you get to spend any and all time with him when I would give anything for just one more minute.

as far as you being in love iwth my best friend and have been forever, i'm sorry it's unrequited and you know this, he's told you.. you two were friends but you still think you're going to marry him, I get told all the time that you're crazy and you send wierd texts messages all the time so I can kind of see why it turned out that way. Please stop being crazy, you're so great when you act normal.

love,
S

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