Promise You Won't Forget
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I felt pain and anger and sadness as you said those words. I don't know what came over me but I just got mad and the next thing you know we argued and thing somewhat got out of hand. We haven't talked since that incident. It's been a week since that incident. I miss you, i don't know if you miss me. Most likely not, I don't even know if you even care about me. But I still miss you. You will never read this cuz I will never tell you about this story. But someday, I just hope we go back to being what we were (best friends, we are not dating that's just no.)
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"Don't tell anybody about this." "If you just ignore it, it'll stop." "There's nothing I can do to help you." And so I did everything I was told. I shut up. I put on a brave face. I followed all the rules. But that was the past and it's not who I am anymore. I will be loud. I will be angry. I will tell the truth. Look what you've done. You gave me a story to tell. ----------------- Unfortunately, a true story. DISCLAIMER: This is my side of the story and, with the exception of a few voicemails/text messages/statements from friends, it all comes straight from my memory. As is the case with most PTSD brains, my memory isn't very good so I can't 100% confirm the accuracy of anything, but it is written almost exactly as I remember it. If anyone reading this happens to know something I don't, feel free to let me know. ----------------- Thank you for reading. ----------------- Dedicated to Sketch, and Toto, and Dr. Worm, and Mia, and anyone else (real or imaginary) that I loved, but they hated.
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