You really are a great friend.
Friend.
Shit.
I wish I can tell someone about just how much that word shatters me piece by piece every single time. But if I do, would anyone listen? Or at least, would anyone bother hearing it said?
I’ve had words I’ve never said before — plenty of them. And even after years, I still couldn’t utter the same words or let alone allow myself to even think about it. I am almost always just at the edge, longing and wanting the very same things yet refusing, still.
I feel like I’m in an endless limbo. Two times I’ve tried escaping it, and two times I was brought back to the same thing.
I’ve never thought of it this way before. But I guess the person to blame for why I’m miserable is just myself alone. I have no else to blame for all this.
But do I have the
