I’m not so worried anymore. Whatever happens, I’ll get through it.
I’ll make up for it in the future.
I don’t know. I just feel like..something major shifted in our friendship. The shift has long since happened, but I’m just becoming aware of it. I wouldn’t say that we’re growing apart.
I’m still the same.
But you’ve changed. All of the qualities that used to make me happy whilst thinking of you, have…I don’t want to say diminished. I still believe that they are there. But they’re buried, deeply. This new you, this facade that you’ve let consume you, cleverly tricks people into thinking you’re someone else. Someone completely different than the person I’ve come to know.
The person I know isn’t this self-centered, careless, and inconsiderate being. They wouldn’t neglect their real friends to be around people they used to think were shit stuck to the bottom of their shoe. They wouldn’t just accept and carry on as if nothing happened to situations that would normally infuriate them.
You’d stand the fuck up for what you believe in. Especially since you were practically in the same got damn situation!
You’re brainwashed. You’re not even aware of that.
I wish I could help you see. But I know my efforts would be futile. You’re so in over your head already. You were before we even met. It’d been minuscule at the time. But it was there. Just compressed, waiting to pounce at your most vulnerable moment.
I predict that it’s going to take you getting hurt yet again for you to realize what the fuck’s been going on with you. What you let happen to you.
I hope you won’t push me away too much before it happens. I still love you. I don’t feel it at the moment, because, well, I have my own issues as well. My sense of pride, especially after betrayal and neglect. Whether it was intentional or not. But I can’t say that I don’t love you. Never. I want to help any way I can. And if that’s just by comforting you after your downfall, then I accept. I just need the old you back.
I miss her. Please let her come back.
Could you relax with how much you squeeze my heart? I know I gave you partial ownership of it but I still need to breathe.
Wow, my first paycheck is shit.
Happy birthday, Briana. Hope it’s a good one since I couldn’t be there. We’ve known each other for three years now, yo. I fucking love you.
I can be extremely self-centered. At times the severity of my everyday situation overwhelms me and that is all I seem to see, think, and care about. I apologize for all whom I’ve neglected. I know the feeling, and I’d hate to be the cause of it.
Oh my god i forgot about the the fucking hour forward
I should’ve pulled the “It’s my first day!” card on a lot more people.
Your taller frame hovering over me. Gripping the back of your head and pulling it down to kiss you. Tongues battling for dominance. Holding hands, yours swallowing mine.
You holding my head in place to only look into your eyes, immediately shutting down my attempts to look elsewhere. Me smiling because I hadn’t really intended to.
Walking me backwards in an intimidating manner. Groping sensitive places that causes a string of hisses or curses. Not allowing me to break kisses when I wanted to cry out. Kissing my neck when I leaned back for air.
Tracing each others teeth with tongues. Massaging the the tent in the front of your jeans. Grinding against me. Slamming me into hard surfaces. Passionate glares. Forcefully dragging me to quiet areas of public domains.
The satisfaction of successfully making you admit that you loved me.