Today I had to make a really hard decision.

No, not like Rebecca black’s “which seat do I take” conundrum…

I wasn’t happy in my relationship. I hated how all the sacrifices were one sided. That’s bullshit, actually.

Here’s the truth, unedited and unbiased. I gave up all my friends when I entered this relationship with… let’s name them Prongs, and I honestly didn’t mind because when I was with Prongs, I felt complete, I felt like nothing could hurt me, and like there was no happiness like the kind I was experiencing. But Prongs never did the same for me. Why not? Why can Prongs not just sit there and be miserable when I’m sat here also being miserable? Is it too much to ask that Prongs do the same for me that I did for Prongs? I realise how much of a prick I’m coming across, but I can’t help it, I just wanted to be the only person that could be there for Prongs. I wanted to be the reason for the smile on Prongs’ face, all the time. I wanted it to be just us. What’s wrong with that? I wanted to be the person Prongs wanted to be with all the time, and the person that was put above anyone else, because that’s how I saw Prongs in my eyes. But it wasn’t like that. So I asked that we go on a break.

Maybe (probably) the problem is with me, and maybe it’s gone way too far for either of us to fix it, but I’m sick of having a major argument every week about the same goddamn thing. I’m sick of sitting in my room feeling miserable because Prongs isn’t here and then feeling twice as bad because Prongs is going out with friends and having a laugh. I’m gonna write on this a whole lot more from now on… I have no best friend to confide on…

Sincerely,

Noah x