Read it somewhere else

"You just. Aren't. Worth it.

If and when you are ready to grow up and be more adult about friends, give me a call. Until then, good luck.

Wait, no. I'm not going to wish you good luck. Make your own luck because I am through caring about you."







It was on someone else's blog. It sums my situation up perfectly, you know, in a world where I'm normal. However, I will always care. I will always wonder. I will always try. I want to stop caring. I want to say "To hell with you," but I just can't. It's not my style.

Do I want you back? I don't know. To have something ripped so abruptly from me that was there all the time KILLS a little bit of me every day that you don't talk to me. I want you to grow up and I want to help you do that, but you never wanted to help me or help yourself. i can't take care of you for the rest of your life. I have to take care of me. No one else can or will. It's up to me. Maybe it was for the best. I can only hope it was.

I don't think you're an asshole. However, I don't think you're right.

It's hard to sleep because you never leave.

I want you back in my life as a friend. You won't be hurting me. I value your opinion because I respect and appreciate you.

The things I shouldn't know kill me. You should watch who you say things to. Then again, so should I.

I don't know when the time to let go is. It was probably 5 months ago.

I'm lost in life yet again. Here I am having to rebuild everything.

Grow up. It's for your own good.

I was never really ready. The thought was nice though.

Love and trust are out the window.

I'm taking care of myself. Are you?