If you wont talk about your feelings that doesnt mean they arent there, it means your gonna blow up in someones face one day

Why'd ypu let me go? i was willing to talk things over with you, not her. i only told you what i did and put you in that position because i knew that was the only way too get you never to speak to e again. 75% because you needed it 25% because i wanted it. Who wants to be friends with someone they always think is mad at them? answer: no one. you said you couldnt naot talk to me, but i found the way. you said you were blowing me off because it always seemed like i was mad at you and you thought i'd be mad at you les if we hung out less, why couldnt you see that that was why i tried to get you not to talk to me two months ago. but that didnt work for me, i told you i could never be mad at you, that stillstands till this day and will for as long as this road goes. i ended the greatest friendship i've had in a long time with a person i loved more thatn anypne in a long time. i did this because i knew you couldnt, you were trying to be more distint but it wasnt working, and i did this since i wasnt going to be friends with her i knew she wouldnt let you hang out with me, and that 25% was that i'd rather you not hang out with me b/c i said it, than because she said it. dont say i didnt care, because i still do. if you walked by me on the street and didnt even look my way and a man pulled out a gun to shoot you, i'd still jump infront of a bullet for you. friends like that never die in my heart, hencse the crying last night because it seemed like you were mad. if you dont want to talk about your feelings you cant expect people to act like they're there, its not cool or tough, its cowardly and disgusting. i want... no i need you to know this, maybe this way you wont be mad.

for her: i did it b/c i coulndt take hearing you dis people and be hugging them the next. the worse is when people ask if u said anything, i didnt want to betray you, but i feel obligated to tell since i love them too and i hate trash talking about my friends behinde there back and not to mention how you make people feel. and i was tired or being used. only inviting me places when u didnt have a ride, only sleeping over so you can drink and sleep in the same room as your boyfriend with out getting introuble. and you always gossiped and instigeted everything, your true colors shown when u blabed to brittnay and blamed it on jess, made up a story bout me yelling at tony, talked abut me in the next rom when i was having a bad day, involved yourself in every deilemma that had nothing to do with you. Fake, your as real as the color of my hair. and your constant need to control who we called to hang outwith and who we talked to aroun you

the boulder on my shoulder got lifted, but the burden on my heart got heavier and opende the hole more than the first one left by a child of the same name.
xxoo and never anything more