I’m not sure about a lot of things in life. I’ve gone through it by the skin of my teeth most days. But when it came to you… I always gave it my all. I gave you everything that I had. Mentally. Emotionally.

I couldn’t talk to you anymore about my feelings without causing a fight. And you pushing me further and further away. And when I told you I noticed it, it turned into another fight.

So I tried to let you go. But damn if you didn’t stick to my heart like the thorns to a rose. I couldn’t stop thinking of you. Wanting you. Wishing you would just accept me. I couldn’t stop talking to you. And it was fine. We’re friends after all. So I told myself that’s what we were. I buried my feelings.

I needed to get them out though. I needed to make them known. So I chose to write them down for others to read instead of you. So you didn’t have to have the worry about me being unhappy. But you found them. And you read them. And it turned into a fight. This time, I quit thinking that it’s my fault. I quit thinking that I was the only one that needed to listen and grow. And change.

I’m tired of changing. I’m tired of myself not being what’s wanted. There’s always something that I do wrong. But not anymore. I’m done with it. Im trying my best to go back to who I was. The person that didn’t care. The person that just went through life.

So suffice it to say… I listened to you. You have been heard. And understood.