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Today, I was really happy. Happy for the first time in a long time. I was able to talk openly, I laughed alot, and although I felt scared at some points, everyone stood by me and made me feel good! And all this happened... Despite you not being there...

I think... Maybe... There's a reason behind my feeling good... When you're around, I try so hard to be nice, and to not say anything mean to you, or to make you feel bad... Maybe... Am I trying too hard? I like being around you, and I like listening to you talk with our friends! I like how I can rely on you for the things that I need, and how I can talk freely with you about anything! Those things are especially wonderful redeeming qualities of you! Not just those, either... You're smart, thoughtful, and good-looking... And our other friends let you know that. We all let you know how much you mean to us... But maybe...

Maybe I try to hard to be a good friend?

And by trying so hard...

I end up being...

The imperfect person, the one that can't face you...

It's hard for me to say things like this... I've never been good with words, and I always mess up... Anyway, I hope you can forgive me for anything bad I said, and we can still be friends!

And please, don't take any of this as an insult...

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"Misery loves Company
And Company loves More
More loves Everybody Else
But Hell is others"