past friends

my blog is my diary at this point

there was a point in my life where i had to let someone go that was very important to me because i felt pressured to always conform and be a different person, which lead to me starting to resent them. i dont think it was fair for either of us. they were deeply insecure and wanted every part of me all at once without any regard for the fact that i wanted to take my time. i wont say im innocent in it because i wasn’t. i was rough with them because i wanted them to stop being mean to themselves, and by extension, me. 

i noticed after awhile that i knew nearly everything about them but they knew nothing about me because all they did was talk about themselves, even when the topic was me. maybe i should not have gone about it that way. it’s long done now, though. i can only help they continue to get the help they need and think about my words. i only wanted them to like themselves