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I guess I'm not supposed to let other people effect me, but today I guess it did.
It hit me so hard, too. For now, I'm completely depressed.
I thought she was my friend. I guess she's too consumed with things in her life to care for me in any way, which is fine, and understandable, but to be so cold. It really hurts me every time she looks at me as if no one was there. I don't understand.
I don't know if she's getting worse, or if she loathes me that much or what. I almost cried, and there was nothing I could do about it. She makes me feel so empty. I've been meaning to tell her this, talk to her... I've meant to ask her what's going on, and why she's so aloof - if it's me, or if it's her, or both - but being near her, in silence, is so utterly painful. It really can be so juvenile; she and I got along just fine when we were one on on, but add anybody else, and I seemingly vanished. I don't deserve that, I know I don't. That's something that happened to me in the fifth grade. I don't care if you don't agree with my personal life, that is just ridiculous. It fell apart, are you happy? It all went to hell like you figured it would, and I dreaded it would. Do you have any idea? You said I did this and that for you, but you haven't done a goddamn thing for me, and that makes me mad. It really does.
All I want is a freaking relationship with equity, someone who gives to me like how I give to them. It's beyond me how this can't exist for me. Perhaps I ruined another chance of this, because of you, because of me, because of him, but I still don't see why you had to change at the drop of a hat.
So I won't ask you how you are doing anymore. I won't talk to you anymore. I never really meant much to you, overall. You'll be at UT next year, probably fall apart again, probably be as depressed as you were again. But I won't be there. Who will save you then? Who will save me then, when I'm down the street at St. Ed's? Will you remember me? No. You won't and you shouldn't because that's how things will fall with you and I.
And it just bites how you had to let it go. Because of you. and because you give up. I may not have as many friends as you, and maybe that's why I treasure people the way I do. I may not be buddy-buddy with the top of our class, hell, I'm barely buddy-buddy with anyone. But they didn't understand like I did, and that's why you came to me. But after I helped you, you left me high and dry, when I really could have used your help. You look at me in a way your perfect friends did when you were hurting and no one understood but me.
How could you?
It hit me so hard, too. For now, I'm completely depressed.
I thought she was my friend. I guess she's too consumed with things in her life to care for me in any way, which is fine, and understandable, but to be so cold. It really hurts me every time she looks at me as if no one was there. I don't understand.
I don't know if she's getting worse, or if she loathes me that much or what. I almost cried, and there was nothing I could do about it. She makes me feel so empty. I've been meaning to tell her this, talk to her... I've meant to ask her what's going on, and why she's so aloof - if it's me, or if it's her, or both - but being near her, in silence, is so utterly painful. It really can be so juvenile; she and I got along just fine when we were one on on, but add anybody else, and I seemingly vanished. I don't deserve that, I know I don't. That's something that happened to me in the fifth grade. I don't care if you don't agree with my personal life, that is just ridiculous. It fell apart, are you happy? It all went to hell like you figured it would, and I dreaded it would. Do you have any idea? You said I did this and that for you, but you haven't done a goddamn thing for me, and that makes me mad. It really does.
All I want is a freaking relationship with equity, someone who gives to me like how I give to them. It's beyond me how this can't exist for me. Perhaps I ruined another chance of this, because of you, because of me, because of him, but I still don't see why you had to change at the drop of a hat.
So I won't ask you how you are doing anymore. I won't talk to you anymore. I never really meant much to you, overall. You'll be at UT next year, probably fall apart again, probably be as depressed as you were again. But I won't be there. Who will save you then? Who will save me then, when I'm down the street at St. Ed's? Will you remember me? No. You won't and you shouldn't because that's how things will fall with you and I.
And it just bites how you had to let it go. Because of you. and because you give up. I may not have as many friends as you, and maybe that's why I treasure people the way I do. I may not be buddy-buddy with the top of our class, hell, I'm barely buddy-buddy with anyone. But they didn't understand like I did, and that's why you came to me. But after I helped you, you left me high and dry, when I really could have used your help. You look at me in a way your perfect friends did when you were hurting and no one understood but me.
How could you?