Dear Anonymous,
Gah. Nothing is working. Nothing will get better. Eventually, I'm just going to...say it. All of it, right to you. And you know what? I don't think you'll change. I don't like the idea of me changing you. I don't like what you'll think of it. But I wish things changed. It's no use wanting that. But it's hurting me. Bad. I don't know...what to say to you. I don't want to blame you. I don't want you to feel bad. And most of all, I don't want to be disappointed. Because I know if I blame you, you won't fix it. You'll just be...upset. You'll be sorry. But you won't do anything about it. So I will live with this. I CAN live with this, I know it. It is just hard. I want to be happy for you. So bad. But I can't. And pretending sucks. You are the only one who can fix me. And I don't think if I told you that you'd try. Things changed for a reason, I guess, and there's no use going back. I will get over this. I...have to :P I can only hope that we get that week. I am praying and wishing so freaking hard for this, for those seven days. I need you there. I need you there with everything I have. It really is magic. You're magic. I need to show you. That's what will fix me, if nothing else will.
Love, Mr, Lightyear <3
Dear Anonymous,
xD If somehow you end up reading this (you know who you are), don't you dare go making fun of me for it x3 I love you <3 You're my best friend, really, and I'm thankful for you :)
Gah. Nothing is working. Nothing will get better. Eventually, I'm just going to...say it. All of it, right to you. And you know what? I don't think you'll change. I don't like the idea of me changing you. I don't like what you'll think of it. But I wish things changed. It's no use wanting that. But it's hurting me. Bad. I don't know...what to say to you. I don't want to blame you. I don't want you to feel bad. And most of all, I don't want to be disappointed. Because I know if I blame you, you won't fix it. You'll just be...upset. You'll be sorry. But you won't do anything about it. So I will live with this. I CAN live with this, I know it. It is just hard. I want to be happy for you. So bad. But I can't. And pretending sucks. You are the only one who can fix me. And I don't think if I told you that you'd try. Things changed for a reason, I guess, and there's no use going back. I will get over this. I...have to :P I can only hope that we get that week. I am praying and wishing so freaking hard for this, for those seven days. I need you there. I need you there with everything I have. It really is magic. You're magic. I need to show you. That's what will fix me, if nothing else will.
Love, Mr, Lightyear <3
Dear Anonymous,
xD If somehow you end up reading this (you know who you are), don't you dare go making fun of me for it x3 I love you <3 You're my best friend, really, and I'm thankful for you :)