i used to love you so much, tell everyone that we were such good friends. but that all changed. and i wish that it hadn't. i wish that when i said that i forgave people, it was true. but you... i still do love you, i mean like a bro, but i can't look at you the same. i'm not blaming you, there are some insecurities still left. some lingering thoughts of self harm.


i do feel better now.
well... at least a little.