Apr 26, 2006 00:10
The whole situation makes me vomit. It has.
It's better that you hate me.
Sacrificing my emotions and mental health for a friendship isn't right.
I tried. Hard. For a long time. It never got better. I'm proud that I made it this far without killing someone. Namely myself.
I'd rather die than have to feel like that or this any longer.
Deep inside I want this to end like it always has. Everything blowing over. I can't though. This has to be it. MY will power has to prevail this time.
All I was waiting for was for an unbroken heart. A fix. It never came.
You knew how bad it was. You chose this.