nny | (no subject)

I will say things are okay, if you talk to me.

I cannot say when things are not okay but things are not okay.

I have a tendency to switch things around so we're talking about something else. And if I respond to comments on this post (should there be any) I will say oh, don't worry, I was flaily, it's okay.

It's really kinda not.

I think me and Ferret aren't gonna be friends any more. And I don't know how to deal with that. So my last act, as a friend, is going to be to write her a letter that I really hope will help. But I know she's going to hate me for it, because it won't be easy to read.

Is it still worth doing then? I don't know. I think so.

I think the friendship is done, at this point.

So I guess my last act, as her friend, is to try and give her some advice that should help. Because she CAN'T be seventeen forever. And I can't be seventeen with her. I was fucking miserable, at seventeen. I moved on for a reason.

And making yourself crazy is not cool.