I could say I'm sorry. But I'd rather not. I'd rather say that what's happening is better for both of us. Don't keep reaching for me; don't put anything in your life on hold because you're waiting for me. I'm running, and I'm going to be long gone. I'm already on my way there. I'm not coming back, and I don't want to be followed. I didn't want to burn any bridges this time. I still don't want to burn any, just for the sake of not starting a fire. But you don't get it. No matter how many times I say it, no matter how much I emphasize it, you do not get it. You might argue it. Some of your and my friends may argue it. Argue away. It's hurting you, it's hurting me, and it's doing no good in our friendship.
I didn't open the box. I didn't open it because you were inside and I don't want to face you. I didn't open it because I would have cried, and I would really rather not. But mostly, I didn't open the box because I am scared of what's going to happen to our friendship. I know that leaving you there probably didn't do much good either, but for me and the sake of my self-control, it was the lesser of the two evils. I do need to talk to you. But the pressure's been mounting and I don't want to explode.
I know this is hard. It's just as hard for me. You might say heck no it's not, but you're not standing where I am are you? I need to be able to move, and be able to breath. Or else things aren't going to go anywhere.
There's no denying. Things are going to get worse before they get better.
"It reaches in and tears your flesh apart As ice cold hands rip into your heart"-Skylines and Turnstiles; MCR
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