my thoughts
This is me. I can't see anything but tears right now.
The sadness leaks through my mask.
I didn't want to break up with him, I just couldn't take the pain of
us not working anymore.
What if we just tried to be friends?
Would it be too hard? Would we still fight?
Does he hate me?
This is how I feel inside. This is how I've been thinking ever since...
Finally I can draw the way I feel instead of little bubbly-eyed characters
leaking tears. At least Pratt could teach me that.
My friends are helping me, but the ache will not go away
until I'm sure that he knows that I still care for him.
He's not alone.
We just didn't work that way and we probably will never be able to.
But couldn't we just talk?
I'm sorry that we didn't work out, but it feels wrong to end things like this.