A/N: this was something to an old friend that I never sent because I'm a coward... thought I'd put it here too. Just cause.
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Wednesday Writing 8.5
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Written on 12/22/16
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I'm sorry
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You claim I'm not annoying. You claim that we're okay, that we're friends. You claim that I don't push you too much or ask too much of you. But I know. I know in our lack of conversations and how you talk to me that you're annoyed with me. That you silently believe I talk too much and listen so little. That I'm way too clingy. That I might want too much out of you. And I know, you're not a conversationalist, you aren't that talkative as I tend to be with those I call my friends. But as I've said before and I'll always say it: if I'm being annoying just tell me to shut up and I'll keep my distance. I'm sorry I hurt you or bothered you. None of this is your fault I promise, it's on me. It's on me for not keeping my distance and for being too weird and annoying. For treating us as if we've known each other our whole lives. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry for getting my hopes up that we could be friends. I don't know if any of this is true to be honest, you'll never tell me. I know why of course, you'd never tell me to go away. You're too nice of a person to do that. But it's honestly just how I feel. Since I met you and started talking with you, I realize that I effed up pretty hard when I just kept talking and never actually stayed quiet for once. And I'm really sorry for everything. For not shutting up when I needed to. For being an asshole I guess. Heh. Anyway... I'll see you around. Have a really nice life, I hope you grow and thrive and stay wonderful. The world deserves your sunshine. And yeah, I know this sounds severely sarcastic, but it isn't I swear. Please. Never stop being your amazing self. And I'm sorry I couldn't be more, or in this case, lesser for you.
YOU ARE READING
Wednesday Writings
Teen Fiction(Probably the only story I'll update *consistently*) Just a small collection of short little blurbs that I'll update on Wednesdays (cause I like the alliteration) and they can be deep, not so deep, everything. It's a way for me to let emotions out a...
