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Gotta love when you care just so much for a person. When they've helped you through so much and they really brought the best out of you. When you've been through thick and thin and combated a lot. Been through a lot of good times, and been there for each other through the good times.
And then find out... just maybe... they didn't have as much invested into it all as you'd thought. You hear through the GRAPE VINE that they are having problems. That for some reason, they refuse to talk about to you.
When did I ever seem like I would be anything but understanding and sympathetic? When did I EVER come across as anything but the BEST friend I could be? When did that change? Because it's now withdrawn and all I am is hurt and in pain. The refusal to talk to me. The refusal to do much of anything with me. Saying you'll hang out with me but then I see neither head nor tail. The affinity for locking yourself away in your room for one reason for another.
All I wanted to do was help. It's all I can do. But you won't even do that. So now I'm hurt, I'm bitter, and I'm angry. Why shouldn't I be? If it weren't for the grape vine, I wouldn't even know you were doing bad in school. That you were dropping classes left and right becuse you were suffering.
Well guess what. I tried reaching out. So much so I stress, I've cried, I've gotten myself sick. 'You don't want to worry anyone'. GUess what? You did. And now we hurt and are bitter. All we wanted was to have the friendship and understanding we offer returned. We tried for probably a whole YEAR.
I could go on. But I'm in class and it hurts and this isn't the place. So yes, treat it like it sucks and it does, but you're brushing it aside. Don't pay attention to the collateral and those you've hurt in efforts to hide yourself from your problems.
I hope the best for you, I truly do. And if you need me, I'm here and you can come to me. But I'm not reaching out anymore.
Devious Comments
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"If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face--for ever."
~George Orwell's "Nineteen Eighty-Four"
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Power corrupts, so why would anyone want it?
Welcome to my world. Please leave your sanity outside.
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