December 2010
269 posts
I’m sick of your false promises.
Regret.
Every night I go to bed and I wish I had said it.
I regret not what I’ve said, but what I havent said.
I do this everyday.
I think “okay, tomorrow I’ll finally come out and tell him how I feel”
And I never do.
I don’t know why I just can’t spit it out.
I want to so bad but I just can’t. I can’t do it.
So now I’ll go to bed thinking about how perfect you are and how meak and stupid I am.
Why cant I just say it?
I know you don’t feel the same as I do, how could you? It’s me, the friend, always the friend.
I don’t know why I want to say anything in the first place if I already know; I guess I’m just not done pretending it could ever be something more.
I like pretending, and I’ve always liked fairytales.
But I don’t think you and I will ever be a fairytale.
Sure, 2010 wasn't the greatest year for you. There were heartbreaks. There were smiles. Memories were created, some you will never forget. You smiled, you cried. You have grown. You have become smarter. You have learned from your mistakes. You hurt yourself. You cried because of the truth. You laughed. You loved. Whatever you did in 2010, it has already happened. You have learned this year, and make 2011 better than 2010.
