H was kinda strange when talking to me, and I haven't decided if it was because he had been drinking, was the teenager persona, both, neither, chatty because of guilt... It doesn't really matter.
No, it really doesnt.
It still blows my mind that he can stab me in the back and betray me in the worst possible way, yet look me in the eye and act like all is well here. Messed. Up.
Um, ya think? Amazing they can do that, right?
I find it ironic that he gets fussy if he thinks I don't give him enough notice of my plans, but he has a different set of rules for himself. Lol!
They just dont get it, T. You know, jello for brains.
Trying to have hope when things can seem so hopeless.
There is always hope, my friend. Always.
It isnt over til you say it is.
I know this is terribly hurtful, this trip. And I know sometimes there really arent any words that will make it better.
I remeber when I was a teenager and my friend wanted to see what it was like to be with a different group than ours. And so, one of them invited her to a party. She was excited because it was different and maybe they were a little cooler than our group. And so she hung out with them a few times. She said it was cool but, it just doesnt seem the right fit. Yet, she couldnt quite bring herself to drop them right away. So, she kept going back and forth between both groups. Until one day, she said she realized she knew exactly where she belonged.
He's a teenager right now, T. Doesnt make it hurt any less. I know.
T, I know you know how I feel about you. But I wanted to tell you that I am so very proud of you.
