I hate it so much when you smoke. You know all the reasons why, I try to get over the fact that you’re never going to stop. You’re a stoner. You’re a feen. Now that you’re off probation idk how much more I can handle. I love you so much but you trying to smoke everyday, is a big no no for me. You’ve lied so many times when you’re high, you’ve done so many wrong things. I just can’t let go of the past even if I should. Too much has happened and its too much for me to let go of. I wish you understood.
I wish you would understand how much I’m still hurting inside. It’s hard when I only feel comfortably crying to you because I really shouldn’t be. I need a friend, a close friend, who I can cry to but that’s not working for me.
I always catch myself leading you towards the right direction but this time, its your turn to do it on your own.
I don’t know what to believe anymore. Often times I tend to believe you..but there are certain times that I doubt you. Why is that?
"We don’t forgive people because they deserve it. We forgive them because they need it—because we need it."