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i'd like to clear things up.

you made me feel worthless.

you made me feel invalid.

you made me feel like i'm stupid.

you made me feel useless.

and i was jealous.

your boatload of friends.

how smart you are.

how happy.

your talents.

you have a future.

someday, in twenty years, you'll be some inspiration out and proud author and/or doctor.

you'll matter.

you have so much potential

and i couldn't take it.

all the times you told me i wasn't able to do what you can.

whenever you'd feel the need to point out exactly what i was doing wrong.

your comments that were rude and hurtful.

i don't like not talking anymore.

i wish you were the same boy you were a year ago.

the nice one.

the one who would sit in the little house outside with me and our friend, and sing house of gold.

the one who actually cared about my well-being, and didn't tell me that i should be put in a psychiatric hospital.

i hate that i want to talk to you so bad, and all you seem capable of is singling me out as the one unable to do something you're so good at.

the email wasn't my fault.

and i'm sorry.

but you should apologize.

don't spread rumours to the baseball boys in primetime that i "did something to you".

i'm waiting

- Candy


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