To My Best Friend
All I wanted was to make some more memories with you.
To my best friend,
All I wanted was to make some more memories with you.
You complain about being surrounded by friends and family all the time. I know that sometimes we need privacy, but you don’t know how good you have it.
No, I can’t understand.
Everyone’s going to the seaside, enjoying their summer — even my parents — and I’m… I’m stuck at home. And today was freaking rough.
Not only that but I’m stuck at home alone.
So no, I can’t understand how having friends around can be bad.
I never meant to be so difficult. I blocked you because when I’m upset, when I feel hurt, when I’ve got nothing left in me to give, I self-isolate.
It’s something along the lines of “Oh, you people want to see me suffer? That’s fine,” after which I turn inwards and prove to myself that I can do it, I’ll survive on my own. I call it surviving because living alone isn’t living for me, so I clench my teeth and try to keep myself busy until I see a ray of sunshine.
“Don’t think.”
“Don’t think.”
It’s not your fault. It’s not her fault either. I’m not upset about that.
It’s not your responsibility to keep me company.
But I thought you wanted to, with my ankle sprain and everything else that’s been going on.
I’m sorry for being too much.
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