You, you make an awful friend, don't you? Haha. No, you're not as great as you think you are. And no, you are definitely not indispensable.

And you. I can't be disappointed with you. I can't be angry. I can't be anything, without making you belittle me, or shoot down whatever i'm feeling because I can't justify these emotions. And I can't tell you either because you'll get defensive. We won't be able to have a calm conversation. I won't know where to begin explaining it. You wouldn't understand. I'd be wrong. I'm always wrong because you can never be. Yes your reasons are valid, and mine are all second class next to yours. But don't what I feel count for something for a change? To think we're close. I'm getting tired.

And Broccolee. You're not helping either. Writing all these down isn't gonna change anything. Blogging has reduced me to writing my thoughts down, not confront them. And I need to be able to face them.