A letter to him...
So I wrote this letter to a certain someone...
B/c this is the only way I could get some of these feelings out...
I know this is pretty lame...
but whatever...
its been on my mind all night and I cant really concentrate so I have to get it out.
"Tonight, I was brave for a second in time. I called you, but then realized it was a mistake. I hung up before I ever gave you a chance to answer. Though it was you who hurt me, I keep thinking like it was my fault. Why do I let you get the best of me? You always bring out the worst in me. It was supposed to be a night to remember, that it was, I suppose. You left without a word, and stomped on me on your way out. You lied, you pretended to be someone you're obviously not, you’re a fake. Why do I keep holding on to you after all this time? Even now when I’m hurting so badly, I can’t seem to let go. I like you or I did, or I don’t really know. Even still, I wasn’t expecting anything of that sort from you, but you told me we were good friends, and I believed you. What a fool I was to think that we could have fun. The only thing I expected from you was to treat me like the friend you said I was. And yet, you couldn’t even do that. What a coward you are. You can’t even own up to what you’ve done. You just keep pretending like everything’s okay. You tell me hey, smile and wave. But I can’t say anything back. Every time I look at you I remember how you treated me, and it hurts, more than anything. I expected so much more from you. I thought you were better than that. Tonight, my brother gave me a piece of advice. I told him that it was okay for me to be mean to you b/c you were a jerk to me. But he corrected me. He said that I should be better than you and not play the game that you played, and that two wrongs don’t make a right. I know this is true, maybe that’s why I feel the way I do. I feel bad for ignoring you and being rude. But you ignored me and you were rude to me, too! I keep thinking that maybe giving you a dose of your own medicine will make you see. You seem so oblivious to the fact that I'm upset with you. And if you do realize it, do you just not care? As I ramble on, I know this does me no good. But I guess it’s nice to get this out there to you. Whether you realize it’s for you or not. Whether you even read this or not."
B/c this is the only way I could get some of these feelings out...
I know this is pretty lame...
but whatever...
its been on my mind all night and I cant really concentrate so I have to get it out.
"Tonight, I was brave for a second in time. I called you, but then realized it was a mistake. I hung up before I ever gave you a chance to answer. Though it was you who hurt me, I keep thinking like it was my fault. Why do I let you get the best of me? You always bring out the worst in me. It was supposed to be a night to remember, that it was, I suppose. You left without a word, and stomped on me on your way out. You lied, you pretended to be someone you're obviously not, you’re a fake. Why do I keep holding on to you after all this time? Even now when I’m hurting so badly, I can’t seem to let go. I like you or I did, or I don’t really know. Even still, I wasn’t expecting anything of that sort from you, but you told me we were good friends, and I believed you. What a fool I was to think that we could have fun. The only thing I expected from you was to treat me like the friend you said I was. And yet, you couldn’t even do that. What a coward you are. You can’t even own up to what you’ve done. You just keep pretending like everything’s okay. You tell me hey, smile and wave. But I can’t say anything back. Every time I look at you I remember how you treated me, and it hurts, more than anything. I expected so much more from you. I thought you were better than that. Tonight, my brother gave me a piece of advice. I told him that it was okay for me to be mean to you b/c you were a jerk to me. But he corrected me. He said that I should be better than you and not play the game that you played, and that two wrongs don’t make a right. I know this is true, maybe that’s why I feel the way I do. I feel bad for ignoring you and being rude. But you ignored me and you were rude to me, too! I keep thinking that maybe giving you a dose of your own medicine will make you see. You seem so oblivious to the fact that I'm upset with you. And if you do realize it, do you just not care? As I ramble on, I know this does me no good. But I guess it’s nice to get this out there to you. Whether you realize it’s for you or not. Whether you even read this or not."