"I think we spend too much time wondering why we’re not good enough. We spend too much time over analyzing, over thinking, and overreacting. We waste too much time putting ourselves down, so much that we don’t ever stop to see that well, we are good enough. You are good enough. We spend too much time with our heads down and hearts closed, and never get a chance to look up from the ground and see that the sun is shining and tomorrow is another day."
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my brain hurts
i always thought this
ow
WHAT?
i guess i just feel
like you don’t care. it’s as i’m not even worth your attention, you don’t seem to notice that every is not okay. so here i go. my one, final attempt at making you see. i’ll make this as painfully obvious as i can. everything is not okay, we are not okay, i’m still mad at you, i don’t consider us friends. that pretty much sums it up. but now i suppose i should explain. you did something wrong. and hopefully you’re aware of it, because if not than you are even more self-absorbed than i originally thought. but do you want to know the real kicker? i was never even mad about that. yeah, was disappointed, but i was ready to get over it as soon as we talked about it. it was not my responsibility to confront you about it. after a little while of waiting for you to say something, i realized that you either didn’t notice how hurt i was or had simply decided to use your ever-so-reliable method of ignoring what happened and, when you think the other person has forgotten about whatever the problem was, blowing past it and starting a conversation about something else, pretending like nothing ever happened in the first place. the worst part is normally i’ll accept this, i let it slide. but it was different this time. it’s time for you to start realizing that you can’t treat people’s trust so recklessly and not have there be any consequences. i made the decision to not give in, that until you talked to me i would not speak to you. this didn’t really work out, since i lack the ability to be openly hostile to people, but apparently you decided that was my way of saying i was over what happened. so i hope you realize this is about you, and i hope you realize it’s not okay and will not be okay until you face this problem instead of running from it. i find it sad that i even have to write this, but i still care i guess. i still want to fix this, but it’s not up to me. it’s up to you. so do whatever you want, but if you want to make things better then call me, or do something.
and all i need to know, is that i’m something you’ll be missing.
maybe i should hate you for this, never really did ever quite get that far.
"I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing."
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