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This is my story. There's this guy (not telling the name), and I think I love him, maybe a little, and I know he'll never love me back. Boo me! (tear falls) He is so perfectly amazing, and words can't exaclty explain my feelings for him. But I know he'll never feel the same way about me. So, for now, I'll just have to keep being a great friend, besides, that's all I can do at this point anyways. Also, I can't even tell him that I like him, even though, I THINK he already know I do.<br/><br/>There's still a problem. He's sliting his wrists, and he says it's because he's depressed, and when I try to talk serious about it, he tries to keep changing the subject. I've seen the marks on his wrists, mostly because i wouldn't leave him alone, unless he let me see it, and whenever i see them, I get this really hot feeling all through my body and I'm not sure what to say or what to think about...But, anyways the marks are getting bigger and worser than before. And when I told him I didn't want him to kill himself, he laughed, tere's just a little bit of a problem in that sentence, don't you agree??? It's horrible. I can't really do anything, but I wish there was something, just a little something, that could allowe me to help him, but I can't do anything, besides try and get him help, but...I don't know.Another thing is we were talking about it, and I said "do you even know what it would be like if you were dead? Nothing would ever be the same." All he could say was "o yeah, sure". I said, "You have no idea".<br/>I'm so upset, that I can't help the one I'm basically in love with... |
