girls and their summer dresses.
I have really fucked things up.
I feel awful for hurting you, and I'm sad that you're "on the verge of hating" me, but I can't push aside my own feelings just to make you happy. I want you to be happy and I know you have a lot of love to give, but I am not the right person to give it to. I'm not in the right place mentally, nothing to do with you. You're an amazing person, whether you believe that or not, and this won't be the end of the world or our friendship (unless you want that? can you let it go?). We both got the wrong idea; you came out hurt and I came out feeling like the world's biggest jerk. And I guess I deserve to. If you had told me how you feel before, I wouldn't have treated you with such ignorance and indifference. I thought things were okay. I wish you had told me they weren't.
I need you to leave me alone for a little while. This was too intense for me, too many feelings that I can't deal with on top of my own crazy mood swings and such.
Your sudden jealousy and neediness isn't helping your case either, it just makes me want to get further away from you. Why do you now feel the need to love me, but also to change and control me? Control (from you of all people) is the last fucking thing I need. If you ever tell me what to do again, I might just explode. If you really wanted to make this work, why do you insist on making me feel negative and guilty over a stupid misunderstanding?
Accept that I can't and won't change for you and maybe this bitterness will lift.
If you love me, but can't learn to love my flaws as I learned to love yours, why are we even friends? Fuck.
I feel awful for hurting you, and I'm sad that you're "on the verge of hating" me, but I can't push aside my own feelings just to make you happy. I want you to be happy and I know you have a lot of love to give, but I am not the right person to give it to. I'm not in the right place mentally, nothing to do with you. You're an amazing person, whether you believe that or not, and this won't be the end of the world or our friendship (unless you want that? can you let it go?). We both got the wrong idea; you came out hurt and I came out feeling like the world's biggest jerk. And I guess I deserve to. If you had told me how you feel before, I wouldn't have treated you with such ignorance and indifference. I thought things were okay. I wish you had told me they weren't.
I need you to leave me alone for a little while. This was too intense for me, too many feelings that I can't deal with on top of my own crazy mood swings and such.
Your sudden jealousy and neediness isn't helping your case either, it just makes me want to get further away from you. Why do you now feel the need to love me, but also to change and control me? Control (from you of all people) is the last fucking thing I need. If you ever tell me what to do again, I might just explode. If you really wanted to make this work, why do you insist on making me feel negative and guilty over a stupid misunderstanding?
Accept that I can't and won't change for you and maybe this bitterness will lift.
If you love me, but can't learn to love my flaws as I learned to love yours, why are we even friends? Fuck.