I'm dying and you're just watching.
I ended it.
It's over now.
I feel so sick inside, though. I just get so upset thinking about him. Not the fact that he upset me in more ways than one, but upset as in... I could have been just friends, but I didn't want it to be that. It was either 'yes' or 'no'. I couldn't have been just his friend because it hurt to not be able to kiss him or hold his hand.
So it's over. I don't even know if he read my letter or not.
I'll continue to mope for days on end, pretending I'm strong and fine about the whole situation.
When in reality... I'm dead sick inside.
It's over now.
I feel so sick inside, though. I just get so upset thinking about him. Not the fact that he upset me in more ways than one, but upset as in... I could have been just friends, but I didn't want it to be that. It was either 'yes' or 'no'. I couldn't have been just his friend because it hurt to not be able to kiss him or hold his hand.
So it's over. I don't even know if he read my letter or not.
I'll continue to mope for days on end, pretending I'm strong and fine about the whole situation.
When in reality... I'm dead sick inside.