Oct 2015
I've seen you in my past and in my memories, but now I see you reaping tears from my best friend's face. I've been like you, I've been in love with people like you, and funnily enough you're my friend so I hate to throw stones and things that have kept me afloat.
But get your **** together.
She is funny and understanding and lovable, and you cannot just throw her aside with no explanation and no sympathy like a rag doll. I want so badly to slap you, me, anyone who has done this to someone. People deserve to know why someone looks at them and doesn't think they're enough. People deserve to be respected and cared for. Hearts are heavy burdens to bear alone, and I'll be ****** if you let her stand alone in the rain with her shattered in her hands because she thought you could be someone to her.
Get your **** together.
I'm your friend, but I don't deal in being dishonest and confusing and never making up your mind about the important things. I don't want either of you hurt, but don't pull *******, don't string her along, don't keep changing your mind. Make decisions, act, and stop being so afraid for five seconds to do something for yourself that could make you happier.
Get your **** together.
You both deserve better than silly fears of change. I'm afraid of everything and I cry and get anxious but I get over it. I don't let them ruin me and the relationships I have created. I am not just critiquing you, I understand so well fear and doubts and pain, and I used to let it eat me until I wasn't me anymore. I'd make decisions based off safety and being alone rather than connecting with people and being a better me. But that left me suicidal and dead inside. Maybe you won't be so extreme, but don't be so **** afraid. It'll **** you far faster than caring.
Get your **** together.
Not just for her or me or anyone. Mostly for yourself. Because I see you, in the skeleton of my pain, in the shadows on my walls, and no one deserves that. I'm asking you to get it together because I care and I understand. I'm asking because I see you.
But get your **** together.
She is funny and understanding and lovable, and you cannot just throw her aside with no explanation and no sympathy like a rag doll. I want so badly to slap you, me, anyone who has done this to someone. People deserve to know why someone looks at them and doesn't think they're enough. People deserve to be respected and cared for. Hearts are heavy burdens to bear alone, and I'll be ****** if you let her stand alone in the rain with her shattered in her hands because she thought you could be someone to her.
Get your **** together.
I'm your friend, but I don't deal in being dishonest and confusing and never making up your mind about the important things. I don't want either of you hurt, but don't pull *******, don't string her along, don't keep changing your mind. Make decisions, act, and stop being so afraid for five seconds to do something for yourself that could make you happier.
Get your **** together.
You both deserve better than silly fears of change. I'm afraid of everything and I cry and get anxious but I get over it. I don't let them ruin me and the relationships I have created. I am not just critiquing you, I understand so well fear and doubts and pain, and I used to let it eat me until I wasn't me anymore. I'd make decisions based off safety and being alone rather than connecting with people and being a better me. But that left me suicidal and dead inside. Maybe you won't be so extreme, but don't be so **** afraid. It'll **** you far faster than caring.
Get your **** together.
Not just for her or me or anyone. Mostly for yourself. Because I see you, in the skeleton of my pain, in the shadows on my walls, and no one deserves that. I'm asking you to get it together because I care and I understand. I'm asking because I see you.
