You're beautiful you know. I think you have a beautiful mind, a beautiful soul, a beautiful heart, I think you're an amazing person and lots of other people will see you like that. Maybe the reason we were so bad at being with each other is because while I see you like that, I see myself as...I just really dislike myself, I have a hatred for me and it's not okay and I get jealous of how I view other people because I want to view myself like that. I want to be equal to you and everyone else, but I make myself feel lesser than everyone because I really believe I am. It's weird, it's 1:08 am and I just finished crying and now I feel numb, I doubt what I'm saying makes perfect sense, but writing it down somewhere is nice. It's like a relief in a way. A nice relief. A nice, good relief. A nice, good, temporary relief. It all seems to be temporary nowadays..
-missing you xx
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Thoughts I'll never share with you
Короткий рассказThe thoughts of a sad person struggling to deal with the loss of one of their most valued friendships. Written in the form of notes to said person.
