I will not be calling you. It would be too hard for me to explain anything. We'll talk in school and hopefully things will get better. It will not be like old times. There are too many ripped edges.
I am reminded each day that I am not perfect and so are you. I can never put things back to normal, like it used to be, neither can you.
I apologise for my reflexes towards your upsetting texts. I allowed myself to speak truthfully and it didn't matter to me then if you were hurt. I knew you didn't do it on purpose. No one does. It wasn't acceptable if I just let everything go and let you do it over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.
I know sometimes I do it too, much more painful than how you would do it to me. But I will never blame you for your mistakes. I can never truly understand your head.
I am reminded each day that I am not perfect and so are you. I can never put things back to normal, like it used to be, neither can you.
I apologise for my reflexes towards your upsetting texts. I allowed myself to speak truthfully and it didn't matter to me then if you were hurt. I knew you didn't do it on purpose. No one does. It wasn't acceptable if I just let everything go and let you do it over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.
I know sometimes I do it too, much more painful than how you would do it to me. But I will never blame you for your mistakes. I can never truly understand your head.
Deep down I know you look absolutely amazing in that dress. Stop killing yourself with you thoughts.
Friendship don't break, they sink.
Slowly.
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