I call bullshit on that.
As I'm older now, I realized how much of a fuck up I was. How I could have had everything I ever wanted, but it has taken me so long to be where I am. My ex always told me to grow up, and it took two years, but hell I finally am. It fucking sucks.
But it allows me to think. It allows for my mind to draw conclusions to the problems my preteen brain created back then.
If someone is worth keeping in your life, then keep them. If you love them, but they don't love you, then just realize it and move on. You don't have to let them go. Just keep them around for other sake.
Because they are worth it.
Maybe this makes no sense and I'm just ranting. Maybe this is just me talking after getting too many blows to the head at boxing. Maybe I'm just crazy.
If you are reading this. You know who you are. I believed that you were worth keeping around as a friend. Sorry it was a little bit late. 2 years? It's a while, but I'm slow.
I tried. I tried so hard to be your friend.
How about some reciprocity?
Signed,
Hae
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