I feel guilty for having friends. But what do i do? Sit at home alone and wait for you, for something that may never happen? You should know, of all people, how much i need friends. NO i am not perfect, no my friends don’t treat me perfectly and no nothing about my life is perfect. I don’t think that and you know that too.

I hate the fact that you think i don’t care. Purely because i know, that you know i care for you more than the world itself. But then i sit and i wonder why i do. But then i sit and i think. Way to hard, that it hurts. Thing have changed, you know it just as well as i do. Unless you try too, we can’t improve.

My best friend, is no excuse to get jealous. I love him, as a friend. That is all. Nothing more, nothing less. You can’t compare this to the other current situation, they are not similar in the slightest. Until you are prepared to give that up, for good - i don’t know how to deal with everything else.

You know i’d rather hear the truth, than lies. So why not tell me straight what you want? I’d rather be hurt that way, than another. So from now on, i only want the truth. No lies.

 You’re foolish for thinking i’d throw something that could be amazing away. You know what i think and how i feel about you. You know that i’d give up pretty much everything for you, yet you know that can’t happen ‘til you are ready to commit. Because i can’t give up everything to then have nothing.

Bad habbits crawl back in when i think about the hurt that i could get. Not because i don’t trust you. It’s just the relm or reality that creep in. I’d appreciate it if you took this into concideration, next time you think i’ve ‘hurt you’. Because you know that’s something i’d never do. If you want to know more, then you can ask me that, yourself.