Aug 05, 2009 14:35
trying to stop the blood and pulling glass out of your hand made me feel like i was actually helping you. i panicked, but we were in the same room together. why wouldn't i help you?
you were talking to me.
last summer you couldn't just tell me anything. you completely left my life. i suspected all that you told me and i was really worried. i tried calling. you never answered. i could have made you feel better.
i'm glad you realized that last night.
even if you're lying to me, i'm not even mad anymore.
i'm just glad i hung out with you.