I prayed. For months upon months. That I could be friends with Corey again. That it did not matter to me if he liked me as more. The past and my hurt did not matter in the long run, because friendship is much more important. Which is still true. But God answered it with a yes. Though it is a yes of limitations. Sometimes Corey is fine texting me. Other times he will blow me off. Sometimes he seems quite legitly cordial to me in person. Other times I get nothing but a cold shouler. But I will keep fighting for this, because I truly and wholly believe that he is worth it. He brings this whole new flood of thoughts and feelings to me.
I feel unsatisfactory. Like I'm not good enough. Which I am not. But I do not know what to do about it. I very often wish to be more like my friends. Simply more.
I am sad.






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If I get it all down on paper it's no longer inside of me, threatening the life it belongs too.
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If I get it all down on paper it's no longer inside of me, threatening the life it belongs too.
-- Dido
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