I want you to be happy, I do, but its hard to stay at our house and wonder were you go all night. You didn’t spend anytime in moving on I guess, and maybe I shouldn’t but saying it and doing it are different stories. 

I don’t know exactly how I feel. I know that a lot of emotions rise up at me every time I think about you, or see, or realize you spent the night out again. But I always push them back down, back from the center, so I don’t have to deal with them. 

I want our friends to feel okay inviting you places without having to worry about me, but to be completely honest, it helps me that they feel that way. I’d never ask for you to be excluded from the group, you know that, but I just need sometime. I said we could still be friends and I meant it, I just need to get to a point where I can feel sane around you again. 

romy7:

Blue

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"If only all the contradictory voices shouting inside my head would calm down and sing a song in unison, whatever it was I wouldn’t care as long as they sang without dissonance; yes, and avoided the uncertain extremes of the scale. But there was no relief."

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