2 Hours
We talked for two hours, the creepy one and I, I wrote it a month ago and a lot of things have changed since then. The emotions I felt for one day were gone, it was over the next day so sad that they have to read it now when I can barely remember the feeling. For what I wrote … I came out as the villain when am just an onlooker describing the riot of emotions I felt then and there. But no matter, I’ve told him that things are different now … he will always be the brother am never blessed to have … and in a span of a month I’ve grown to trust bit by bit a few people.
Was talking to D last night and I thought things were okay that the slight change in the “weather” was just normal. Why didn’t he confront me bout what I’ve written? *sigh* I was at the mercy of what they thought about what I wrote and about me as a person. Creepy One said their first reaction was that I was plastic for not showing what I feel. *sigh*
Creepy one and I are okay … he will always be what he is to me now … was just saddened why D didn’t ask me about it. He was there when they read it, for all the change I know now what causes it. If I had any inclination as to what just occurred when he said he was reading through my blog I would have gotten the idea. So so so sad … am at a loss.
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