I should’ve given up ages ago. All I’m doing is wounding myself to something temporary and… to something that is never ever going to happen. I shouldn’t have lied to people and to myself, thinking that it’s not true. I should’ve backed out before hurting myself.. yet again. It would be so much easier if this never had happened. It would be so much easier if you weren’t the type of person I describe as “perfection”. No such thing as perfection? Indeed, there isn’t. But in my eyes, he is. And I can’t stop thinking of it so. There’s only one way for me to stop all of this.
- Push myself away from you.
“I want to try really hard, helping you with your depression”
Ignoring me doesn’t help.
I’m actually starting to love you like how a “best friend” is supposed to love their “best friend”. Like how a sister is suppose to love and nurture her brother. I guess, it’s because we’ve became such close friends in such a short period of time, I’m actually starting to feel the love, that was meant to be there when we actually started to become close.
In summary, I’m glad I met you this year.You’ve showed me the meaning of true friendship, trust and loyalty when I started to forget what it really was. I’m
glad happy proud … I’m lost for words on how to describe on how I feel to have you as a friend. A close friend. A good friend. A great friend. A best friend. A brother.
The next time you hear me say “I love you”, would be the first time I said it to any guy friend since late June 2012. It’ll be the first time you hear it from me, and it’ll be the first time where I actually mean it.
You’re one lucky fucking daramji ever.
Question: You know. The type of pain when the guy you like talks about another chick. Yeah, that pain. How do you go through it with flying colours? Without him noticing that it hurts. How can you even listen to him talking about her? What’s the solution to it?
Solution: There is no solution to it. You just have to pretend you don’t care. You have to pretend that you don’t like him. It hurts, no doubt about that. But all you can do is endure it and pretend your feelings for him doesn’t exist. Other than that, you tell him what you really feel for him.
An insult is an insult. Whether you’re drunk as fuck or you’re sobered up. An insult is still an insult. It still has the same fucking meaning. And it kills a girls self-esteem. It destroys it. It can take days, months or even years to restore what it was. You’ve caused yourself trouble, and it’s going to be all on you.
Mishele, what are you doing to yourself? Seriously…
I love it when you text me. Brings me joy that you actually think of me, just like how I think of you, at times.
I’m sorry. I really am. I don’t want to hurt you, or lead you on even more. I’m truly, deeply, sincerely, terribly sorry. You’re a friend that I don’t want to hurt, or worse, lose. I’m sorry if I’m giving you any ideas. You’re more of a brother to me. And my intention is to keep it that way.
Hmm, whoever knew that after a few days of knowing it, I’m already starting to feel the same way. I’m a tad surprised… ahwellz