I finally told her. I had to. I needed to. Holding that secret, that burden? It was too much. It actually worked in my favor though. We're not together, but her and her boyfriend.. No longer together. I feel like a weight is lifted off of my shoulders. I at least have a chance now. But she's changed. She's more closed. More upset. I don't want to see her like this. I want the girl I fell in love with. I should stop being like this. I need to give her time to get over him. I probably sound like a terrible person. Comforting her.. That's what I should be doing. Making sure she's okay. I can't let anything happen to her. She's precious, and I don't want her harmed in any way. Mentally or physically. I need to be a friend now more than I've ever been before. Her tears are mixing with the blood on her wrists and it's toxic. Her pain is my pain, she doesn't feel it alone.
