its so strange how the same face can make you feel so right and bring you so much pain
it’s hard to figure out how to feel. am i in love with you? am i in love with the idea of you? is it just that our relationship is one like soulmates? or are we just best fucking friends forever?
at this point, i know i want you. in fact, you know i want you too. it’s a tough position, especially when i really would like to explore a physical relationship with you.
there’s something about you, something that just draws me in. i’m automatically attracted to you. you are beautiful. you are a gorgeous person, inside and out.
i fucking love you. i would do anything for you, and you know that.
what really sucks, is how we had a whole discussion about how close we are and how much our friendship/relationship means to each other. i was fucking crying. then later that night you have to go and cut yourself until you’ve fucking bled out all over the damn shower. it’s not like i can even stop you, it takes him to stop you. i just don’t get it.