often times in life, i have to throw up my hands cover my face and say thats it, i quit, its too much. even though i know its the biggest pussy thing to do.
i keep telling myself i know how i am felt about. i keep telling myself, he is sick and has a disease (depression) and that it doesnt make him like me any less. i keep telling myself that i can barely deal with my own depression and it isnt fair to either him or me to want to be a part of his life.
i keep talking but when the fuck will i listen?
why am i attracted to him? why is it that the things that you want are always pulled away.
i want to ask to ask him one simple question.
if i could, would you?
i keep telling myself i know how i am felt about. i keep telling myself, he is sick and has a disease (depression) and that it doesnt make him like me any less. i keep telling myself that i can barely deal with my own depression and it isnt fair to either him or me to want to be a part of his life.
i keep talking but when the fuck will i listen?
why am i attracted to him? why is it that the things that you want are always pulled away.
i want to ask to ask him one simple question.
if i could, would you?
apparently, not breaking up with someone we should break up with is a common coping mechanism for women who are overwhelmed with other shit. the last thing we want is one more difficult transition or change.