I feel like crap. Falling apart at the seams.
Maybe I shouldn't try to help everyone I love. Maybe I shouldn't lose sleep at night over their problems. But it's who I am. It's what I do. I will make things right again. Maybe I appointed myself as mediator, but I'm doing the best I can, and damn well better than half the people I know would do. If you don't like it...stop telling me half-stories. Stop keeping the truth from me. Stop threatening me with your friendship. I've said goodbye before. I will do it again. You can't hurt me so much as you can break my heart...but you know I'll get over it fast. I always do. You're not worth as much as you think.
I feel like commenting on this entry would be a bit awkward since I don't think that it was directed at your internet friends...
ReplyDeleteI can totally explain why I didn't comment you back sooner. I waited forever for you to comment me back, and I just realized yesterday that you commented on an earlier entry that I didn't check. So it's cool, though now I owe you two comments instead of just one, because of your two lovely comments.
I know what you're going through, trust me. I went through this for three and a half months...the late nights spent comforting, the constant reassurance, the beating yourself up for not being able to help your friends' stupid mistakes, your hatred for them at times for putting you through all this... I know, it blows.
I'm really sorry you have to go through all of that, but it's what makes some people better than others. I know that sounds awful, but the good people help out their friends and DO NOT put their friends in the same situations for revenge. I know you are one of the good, no, GREAT people. You deserve every bit of happiness there is.
That being said, I really hope you can make things up with Basil, since you seem to be so hopelessly...attached to him.
Love, Love, Love,
Molly
P.S. I hope all of your friends work this out so you can be happy again :D