Sunday, 2 August 2009

The Truth

I want to leave. Everything that used to make me so happy, now makes me want to crawl under the covers and cry. I love that I am becoming so close to people, except now I have to leave. I want to leave, but I don't.

I wish people didn't have to make things so difficult. I care so much and all you want to do is make me mad. You complain that I'm mad all the time and apologize for pissing me off so much. And then you go and do and TRY to make things worse. It's really just making me reminisce how different of a person you were. I remember the first time I hung out with you without your friends. My brother was there to make it awkward and we both wished he wasn't. It was just us, and you were so sweet and innocent. I may have made mistakes, but I am still the same person. It's a shame how differently we view each other from how we used to. I will always remember you as how you were. I wish you would do the same. You could do whatever you want to to hurt me, and I would still want you in my life. You told me I would always be yours, somehow or another. I feel like you didn't keep your promise.

"the truth is you could slit my throat, and with my one last gasping breath I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt"

7 More days.


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