unabridged
i know you know something is wrong.
you've commented countless that you've felt i was mad at you.
it's been months now, that i've felt it.
it's been weeks now, since its started to show.
dont let my tears sugarcoat your answers.
just listen, then tell me the truth.
tell me
everything.
six years ago, we met. you were hilarious.
however, i can only remember bits and pieces of you.
I Spy books and an obsession with lizards.
"with lizardy and justic for all," you said, earing your lizard earring and lizard shirt.
after that year, the schools split and i went without you, heart-broken (though i didnt know that was the term for it back then) for a year. that was my best year for writing.
junior high rolled around and we met again. i almost didnt recognize you. your hair was tipped blonde, and you were as tall as me,
finally.
gym class was a riot, all of us together. that may have been my greatest memory in those years. walking the track... me, you, tony, angie, ashley, fat tony, steve, who else? Your passion for The Simpsons and Little Nicky was so great, it was annoying.
i met melissa, reid, and keLLy in eighth grade. i dont remember seeing much of you in school...
But High School is when it all started to flourish.
Freshman year... ROTC was the best. those nine days in DC with you was the
greatest time i'd ever had.
Sophomore year... The Nook reigned supremem and all the weekends in between.
Now, Junior Year... Pilcher Park and Frosties :3
Kyle, I have to tell you why this year is different.
i worry for you.
stop saying that i'm disappointed in you. Of course i'm not disappointed.
I love you, you're my best friend. and in those two (love and friendship) there must be acceptance. I accomplished this some time ago.
But.. with every drug you're doing, i become increasingly sick to the point where i dont eat, and i throw up all of nothing.
I cry for you more frequently than i realized.
I feel like i've lost my best friend to a substance.
How long are you going to let this go on?
How long until you become those drugs, instead of the wonderful person i see you as?
I believe you when you say you want to quit.
I'll help you, even.
But eveytime you get together with Mike, or Melissa... you break my heart all over again.
I'm starting to think you're saying that as a bandaid, to shut me up. I'm starting to think you're lying to yourself.
I can testify to you that words never accomplish anything. you need Action, too.
i made a vow a long time ago to never ruin this friendship over something petty, 'cause when you think about it, this really isnt an ordinary friendship. i may have pissed you off about stupid stuff before, but at least i had the ability to realize i had done it.
you're blinded by these addictions, and its hurting me just as much as its hurting you.
maybe now you know why you said you were feeling guilty.
so tell me the Truth.
tell me everything.
..say anything.
you've commented countless that you've felt i was mad at you.
it's been months now, that i've felt it.
it's been weeks now, since its started to show.
dont let my tears sugarcoat your answers.
just listen, then tell me the truth.
tell me
everything.
six years ago, we met. you were hilarious.
however, i can only remember bits and pieces of you.
I Spy books and an obsession with lizards.
"with lizardy and justic for all," you said, earing your lizard earring and lizard shirt.
after that year, the schools split and i went without you, heart-broken (though i didnt know that was the term for it back then) for a year. that was my best year for writing.
junior high rolled around and we met again. i almost didnt recognize you. your hair was tipped blonde, and you were as tall as me,
finally.
gym class was a riot, all of us together. that may have been my greatest memory in those years. walking the track... me, you, tony, angie, ashley, fat tony, steve, who else? Your passion for The Simpsons and Little Nicky was so great, it was annoying.
i met melissa, reid, and keLLy in eighth grade. i dont remember seeing much of you in school...
But High School is when it all started to flourish.
Freshman year... ROTC was the best. those nine days in DC with you was the
greatest time i'd ever had.
Sophomore year... The Nook reigned supremem and all the weekends in between.
Now, Junior Year... Pilcher Park and Frosties :3
Kyle, I have to tell you why this year is different.
i worry for you.
stop saying that i'm disappointed in you. Of course i'm not disappointed.
I love you, you're my best friend. and in those two (love and friendship) there must be acceptance. I accomplished this some time ago.
But.. with every drug you're doing, i become increasingly sick to the point where i dont eat, and i throw up all of nothing.
I cry for you more frequently than i realized.
I feel like i've lost my best friend to a substance.
How long are you going to let this go on?
How long until you become those drugs, instead of the wonderful person i see you as?
I believe you when you say you want to quit.
I'll help you, even.
But eveytime you get together with Mike, or Melissa... you break my heart all over again.
I'm starting to think you're saying that as a bandaid, to shut me up. I'm starting to think you're lying to yourself.
I can testify to you that words never accomplish anything. you need Action, too.
i made a vow a long time ago to never ruin this friendship over something petty, 'cause when you think about it, this really isnt an ordinary friendship. i may have pissed you off about stupid stuff before, but at least i had the ability to realize i had done it.
you're blinded by these addictions, and its hurting me just as much as its hurting you.
maybe now you know why you said you were feeling guilty.
so tell me the Truth.
tell me everything.
..say anything.