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I don't even know where to start with this. I screwed up big time, and I lost my best friend. He's rumored to have told someone that he's not talking to me because he's working three jobs, but face it, we saw each other all the time, and talked every single day before the big fight and he was working that much. I guess at this point it's just a matter of sucking it up and hoping and praying he'll come around. I don't have the strength to fight for much longer. Crying myself to sleep every night, and bursting into tears when I hear certain songs, see certain cars, pass certain places, it's just sapping my strength. I feel like my whole world is falling apart. That moment that I need his point of view, or his dirty look to stop me from making a bad decision, it's not there. Honestly, I'm starting to think this is worse than a breakup.
One of these days I'll learn when to bite my tounge for the sake of friendship. I'll learn when to stop doing things everyone else finds harmful to me, and I'll learn to hold back when I know it's too much. But as of yet I haven't learned.
Maybe Meg's right. Maybe it's that time.
One of these days I'll learn when to bite my tounge for the sake of friendship. I'll learn when to stop doing things everyone else finds harmful to me, and I'll learn to hold back when I know it's too much. But as of yet I haven't learned.
Maybe Meg's right. Maybe it's that time.