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“To David: “Will you be my friend?”
“This silence hurts more than anything you could possibly say.”
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Is texting you at ungodly hours of the morning inappropriate?
Last night I was going to text you at 12:30-ish because I was feeling shitty and I haven’t heard from you in too long. But then I decided that for once you were okay, well kind of, and you’d finished with exams and you didn’t need to be worrying about me. And I hate feeling desperate and pulling you down especially when you thought I was alright too and so I left it alone. Because you haven’t sent me a message like that in a while - and if that’s because you have someone else who you’d rather talk to, that’s alright. I don’t want to ruin that, and I don’t want to be the one stuck holding on to this when you’ve moved on. So I didn’t send it.
I woke up at 3:24am from a nightmarish dream, jolted out of my sleep and I needed to hear from you then. I needed you to know and care. I needed to know you were still alive, still breathing, that your heart was still beating. I needed you to hold me - but that was impossible, physically because we’re on two different sides of the city and emotionally because we’re friends, nothing more - never were, never will be. But I needed you there beside me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear and holding me while the shaking subsided.
But…it was 3:24am and I’m trying to be strong.
I’m trying my best to be strong in order not to fuck this friendship up.I’m trying my best to be strong and that means not sending you tearful texts at 3:24 in the morning telling you I love you and need you and miss you and want you. Being strong means that I have to stop telling you everything that goes through my head in a last ditch attempt to make you listen to me, to make you care about me.
Being strong means realising that you can’t be there for me like that anymore, that you never really were.
I miss you. I love you. I need you.
”“Words Left Unsaid dosent means i dont care nor i dont know, just dont wanna hurt anybody like i got.”
“Please just give me a fucking chance. No matter what I do, even if it meant having sex with you, you still won’t develop or admit your feelings. You are hooked on one of your close friends, and she knows your whipped so she gets with you alot to keep you around. Loose hope in her and come to me. I’d treat you perfectly.”
“I know you’re busy. I know you have a life. I know there are millions of other guys out there that would be so much better for you. But I love you girl, you’re the only one for me, so why won’t you see it? Why won’t you stop avoiding me?”
“You were my best friend. I would have done anything for you. I was there to pick you up every time you fell down. I protected you from everything, especially yourself. I dragged you out of your depression and helped you to carry your burden even though it nearly killed me to do so. Things were hard for me for a long time but I got over all my problems and was truly happy until you came along. You caused my relapse into depression and severely worsened my eating disorder. I don’t know how it took me so long to realise that it was you causing the problem. I thought you were there for me. I trusted you. I never expected that once you started doing okay you would abandon me. I was having a really tough time and I was so glad to have a friend like you, but then you turned around and told me you couldn’t do this. I feel used. I feel like I don’t who you are right now and honestly, I don’t particularly want to. I never realised you were so selfish. I didn’t deserve that. You had no right to treat me that way. All I wanted was a friend. It hurt. Not only did you abandon be but you actually started treating me like I was worthless. Now I know that I’m better off without you. I’m happy with myself, my body and all my actions. You took that away from me, and after what you did, you’ll never fully give it back.”
“You’re a bitch and a waste of time but I still think of you. I never loved someone liked I loved you and THAT is what’s bothering me.”
“…u say that u love me and u do really care.care abt all my feelings my emotions everything bt y is it always abt me?u meet me if i want to, talk to me if i want to, mail me if i lyk, txt me if i want, share watever i ask…u take care that i dnt get hurt or cross or upset abt anything bt dnt u hav any persnl feelings or smthing?dont u ever feel like talking to me or seeing me urself?if i dnt talk to u fr a whole damn month u dnt even realize dat if u’re getting my “im ok” mails.is dat all our relationship is about?u know i feel as if u dont love me u’re jst afraid to let me go.jst scared to leave me or hurt me and thats all.and thats nt love.is it?”
“I simply wish, i could have told you that you were everything to me, my entire universe…
There is an hole in me that may never be filled; I hope you’re looking down on me and you know that you’re always on my mind… I love you mum…”
“After my last boyfriend I swore that if anyone put their hands on me like that, it would be over in a heartbeat. And you of all people, someone who I thought would never, ever lay a finger on me, you did.. I have a bruise on my wrist from you, and 3 or 4 scrapes on my hands and arms. I lost you.. I lost you because you cared more about the drugs then you did about putting your hands on me…”
“You asked me if I didn’t like being the girl you cheated on your girlfriend with. Why would I like that? How is that fair to her, or me? She’s getting lied to, and I’m getting used. No one is getting everything in their relationship with you. If you like me as much as you say you do, leave her and be with me. If you like her more than you like me, stay with her and quit making me think I’ve got a chance with you. You can’t have both of us and expect that no one is going to get hurt or leave. I don’t want to have to tell her, but if you don’t I will. She deserves to know. You need to make a choice… And honestly, I doubt you’ll choose me…”
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You’re on my mind.
I keep thinking we should talk.
But then, I don’t know what to say. Or where to start. Or where to stop.
And I can’t think of anything you could say either.
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