Yes, I actually do mind a lot sharing a room with her boyfriend because you think it's more appropriate than she and her boyfriend in the same room all night. I'm terrified and I won't sleep and it's not even marginally more appropriate, but what am I supposed to say? It's not my house.
Now is not the time to be thinking about the realities of your circumstances. The fact that you're lucky to be alive is something too big to comprehend when you've got these assignments to complete, and Christmas to enjoy. Block it out and deal with it later.
How can you think avoiding me is helpful? Am I that bad a person? I nearly get put in hospital and you get angry at me as though it's my fault and tell me "just leave it, I don't want to be put in a bad mood". I was going through a crisis but wasn't allowed to talk about it or ask for support. I'm going through hell just now and unable to say. You are supposed to be my best friend of many many years, but it feels like you can't deal with the fact I'm unwell and didn't choose to be this way. You didn't contact me during the move, except briefly a few days later with very strange cold texts and you didn't even remember my birthday. I hope everything is ok with you and I'm scared I'm just being selfish. I love you but I'm so angry with you and feel unable to tell you.
I have a feeling you're sick of me. I never thought talking to you could be so difficult, but clearly it is. I don't know what to do since all I do is make things worse. I feel completely lost.
I would use your knife to deal with it, but I think that would be rude.
"A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin'
Funny when you're dead how people start listenin'"
Meeting you today was one of the best moments of my life. I love you so much, little man, so much.
Thank you for being wonderful friends <3
Now I'll play your ghost as my ace, whenever I'm led astray.
But I am actually good, can't help it if we're tilted.
I'm in my right place, don't be a downer.
Me: "I thought you had a headache."
N: "I do, it's killing me."
Me: "And listening to extremely loud dance music is helping with that, is it?"
N: *ignores*
I don't believe you. I think you just didn't want to come today and made up the first excuse you could think of. I think you'll do the same tomorrow. Excuse me for wanting to spend time with my little sister over the holidays. I'll try to avoid making that mistake next year, since you apparently don't like my company anymore.
