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Why is it that you have time to go just "pick people up" and see them. But you never have time for me. Even when we make plans. You always have a reason why you can't. I'm not bitching, I'm just wondering. I want to know.
I've been wounded, jaded, loved, & hated; lost and looking all my life...I don't update much anymore. Why should I ( Read more... )
I've been wounded, jaded, loved, & hated; lost and looking all my life...I don't update much anymore. Why should I ( Read more... )
but thats because we're never together.
and its also because i dont think you've ever seen me cry.
and i'm scared to let you see me cry. mainly because crying means to me that i'm weaker than I let on. and once you've seen me cry, you've seen me at my weakest.
I can tell you anything, more than anyone else.
You are the only person I tell my thoughts to.
Its like...you're my diary.
And I love you for it. Because you're just like a diary in so many ways. Except you write back.
In my diary, I say anything and everything. and it never judges me. It just takes it all in.
I love you, Leslie. And there is a reason why we're best friends.
I'm sorry I get frustrated. I just...I want to see you all the time and we never get to. But then I read your journal and you've been out with other people all day. And when I ask if we can do a girls night, you're like 'i dont think i can..." but you go out with other people. and you talk about how much fun you had. and i get jealous, i guess. i dont know.
but i DO love you. a hell of a lot. more than anyone else in my life.
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