Broken Doll

25 Nov 2007, Sun

he said he wanted to be my friend

Kat :: 11:39 pm

He said he wasn’t going anywhere. He said he wanted to support me.

I bought it, too. Again. Stupid.

But when I ask for help a week ago, he snaps at me. He rarely returns emails now, and never returns phone calls. He keeps me at a distance, and half the time I end up feeling like the only reason he agreed to hang out with me (in groups, only) was so he could spend time with Amata.

Silly me. If I call someone a “friend” it means I have a certain emotional investment in them. I don’t keep them at a distance, I don’t refuse to talk to them, and I sure as hell don’t begrudge them my time or my help. You were so worried about remaining friends and here you are the one that’s killing it.

I think you’re right though. Willingness to stay friends might just say something about how much you cared in the first place. I’ve been trying. So where the fuck are you?

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