¿Qué es, en realidad, el hombre? Es el ser que siempre decide lo que es. Es el ser que ha inventado las cámaras de gas, pero asimismo es el ser que ha entrado en ellas con paso firme musitando una oración.
In case you ever read this, I don't care what you think.
Lately every good thing I felt about you had disappear, I mean, you lied to me, you hide the truth and pretend that everything was fine, well IT IS NOT FINE!
I hate the fact that you said we were such good friends and you would never think of me as something else, and I get it, I really didn’t want our friendship to end, but if you liked her, why didn’t you tell me? do you think that I’m some sort of child that doesn’t understand when someone doesn’t feel the same way for her? or do you think that is the first time that something like this happen to me?
I fucking told you how I felt about you and you came up this this crap of “how good friends we were and that you didn’t want to ruin that” well fuck that, you just fucking did, you and her. She was one of my closest friends and you both lied. And yet, you still haven’t told me anything, I mean WTF! If you two are dating, is good, I’m happy for her, ‘cause I know what you mean to her and I know that is what she wanted for so long, but WTF are you both thinking that I wasn’t going to find out or what?
I hope that everything works out pretty well with you two, I really want that for her. But to me, you’re just some guy that I used to know and called one of my best friends. Truth is we stop being such good friends the day we fisrt kiss.
Some days I’ll wake up just feeling like I need another body to wear, because my own body hurts too much. Physically and emotionally. And I’ll probably just want to put on socks, a hoodie, get in the car in my pajamas, and start driving around until I’m two or three towns away from mine. Helps clear the mind a bit.