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I guess we never had a resolution, no obvious end. I never was quite sure whether to be happy or sad. Now I know, I am angry I am furious I can't even formulate just how heartbroken I am. Losing you was losing the one person who kept me sane, you understood where I stood…or so I thought. And friendships are never 50/50 that I understood quite well, when we first met I was there for you with everything I was there And yet I can't say the same for you. I always pulled my 80/20 without complaint because I wanted you to be there; alive and well. But so it seems, I couldn’t be given the same courtesy. Because when I was lying on my bathroom floor about to down a bottle of pills you weren’t there, and you weren’t there when I needed to release my thoughts, and you weren’t there you weren’t ******* there. Apparently when I gave you my all my love apparently when I allowed myself to be drained of everything that was me Apparently that wasn’t enough to convince you I was worthy of you, apparently I hadn’t done enough to be able to fall apart within your grasp and for you to ******* notice and not let me shatter on the floor. Apparently, I wasn’t clear enough when I said I wanted to die. And now I’m destroying everyone I love because nobody ever taught me how to love that. And now I’m destroying myself because nobody ever taught me to love that either.
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Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 9:06 PM UTC
An open letter to a former friend:
I guess we never had a resolution, no obvious end. I never was quite sure whether to be happy or sad. Now I know, I am angry I am furious I can't even formulate just how heartbroken I am. Losing you was losing the one person who kept me sane, you understood where I stood…or so I thought. And friendships are never 50/50 that I understood quite well, when we first met I was there for you with everything I was there And yet I can't say the same for you. I always pulled my 80/20 without complaint because I wanted you to be there; alive and well. But so it seems, I couldn’t be given the same courtesy. Because when I was lying on my bathroom floor about to down a bottle of pills you weren’t there, and you weren’t there when I needed to release my thoughts, and you weren’t there you weren’t ******* there. Apparently when I gave you my all my love apparently when I allowed myself to be drained of everything that was me Apparently that wasn’t enough to convince you I was worthy of you, apparently I hadn’t done enough to be able to fall apart within your grasp and for you to ******* notice and not let me shatter on the floor. Apparently, I wasn’t clear enough when I said I wanted to die. And now I’m destroying everyone I love because nobody ever taught me how to love that. And now I’m destroying myself because nobody ever taught me to love that either.
Now that that's sorted I can focus on other feelings I've been ignoring :)
raquel-butler
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Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 9:06 PM UTC
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