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Dear Tommy,
I'm so sorry I dragged you into all this. I'm so sorry all this happened. And, most importantly, I'm sorry that we met. I wasn't quite hoping for your 'rents to find out about the whole thing that happened. And yet after all this you're still the one thing on my mind. It's driving my crazy. I can't stand just being friends. I need more than that, more than just friends. But, you 'rents hate me, you're sis probably does too. Can I blame them? No. And since you're 'rents don't want you talking to me, I guess I won't get more than friends. So instead, I need to completely rid myself of you. And, I never wanted to break up. I didn't plan for it to happen quite the way it did. But, one way or the other, you had to know. It wasn't right, and it still isn't because you're still on my mind. I'm probably the worse thing that's ever happened to you, and so... Maybe it is best if we don't talk to each other. But, the most sad thing about this is, probably no matter how much I don't talk to you, you'll still probably be on my mind. Life's cruel. I hope you're ready for what it's going to throw at you later on. I hope I'll be ready too. And please, you don't need to pray for me. Once my dad find's out, it's only good bye to my laptop, and phone. With a fierce beating towards the end. You're 'rents don't know that they're doing sometimes, no offense. They say they're protecting you...and this time, maybe they really are. And if somehow they read this, oh well... I'm just speaking my thoughts. Ash is going to hate me for all of this... She wanted us to still be friends rather than nothing, but I'm just too selfish -_-;. All you wanted was for me to be happy, eh? Well, not talking won't make me happy. And being just friends won't make me happy. But it's one or the other, and I chose already...no turning back. Guh, and last night I dreamed of you x_x. After this, I might right in a journal of all the fun time's we've had together, just to be reminded of a person that highlighted my life. You know, the truth does hurt once it's said. Whether it's a good truth or bad truth, it still hurts. And the truth that hurts the most is, I love you. Yet I'm making a horrible choice not to talk to you... But that's what I get and deserve in the end, a vanished friend. One last smile for you though...
P.S. Little tid bits of chat are always okay... But not yet. (I feel like I'm obsessing D; )
 Alys_Pickles · Fri Sep 29, 2006 @ 02:50am · 3 Comments |
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