I need to get some things off my chest. Each paragraph is meant for a seperate person.
Your idea of friend has always been one that sent chills throughout my spine. The way you think is so warped that not even i can fully get what your saying or meaning. As long as i have no friends, no one close to me, no boyfriend, -anyone-, then we can still be friends. To even put the word Best in front of the word friend, in our case, would be the biggest mistake known to us. I'm scared of what your capable of. Of the things you can do. Sometimes i think this is a case of Stockholm Syndrome. You know, where the victim of someone who is trying to inhibit their free will, somehow developes a relationship with the captor. You need to let me go- because i refuse to be your prisoner in this sick and twisted horror movie any longer.
The way you left killed me. I lost a part of me that i will never be able to get back. I think that part was trust. That part of my brain was burnt down to ashes that will never be able to be repaired. Sometimes i think i see glimpses of it. But it's just a mirage. Mere trickory. How can i possibly regain any kind of trust for other people when i have been spoonfed lies, and deceit, for that long? Is it possible? No; i really doubt it. The way you gave me that false sense of security that i swore was real. But in the back of my mind i knew something was really wrong. Something was off. Thanks for taking my tinted glasses off to show me what the word hurt really meant.
These go to show. That no matter what. i will hold a fucking grudge. No matter what. If you hurt me; if you fuck with my head; i will never forget it. I think about you two constantly. And i wonder why i have such bad judgement. Knowing it was all my fault. I could have prevented all of this..
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