If I ever push you away, I don't really mean to, When I tell you I don't want to talk about it I do, I am just looking for the right words. Give me a minute, and if I can tell you, I will. I try to be a struggling mix or real and perfect at the same time. At the moment, I am working on the ratio. When I get really quiet sometimes it is because I have too much to say I have thought of too many things to tell you, all at once and I dont know what to say first. I get immaturely jealous of anyone who gets to see you on a daily basis. I miss you really easily. But I also like that we can be apart and we are both okay. Space is good too. I love the way we love someof the same things, and I love how we love entirely diffrent things. My head is a complicated pile of thoughts, and fears, and cravings, and dreams, and this tangled up nostalgia for the past, and somehow the future. I am flawed and I am human and I am broken and I am trying.I am one person and I am to hands and I am one heart, And I love you and I am so glad you are here.
I miss you. Yes you said those awful things, yes you embasrressed me infront of our friends, but I miss you still. I miss the drives, the hugs, the secret kisees that nobody could know about. The "You're beautiful"s. I just want it abck, but if I "Nag you one more time" then it's over for good. Atleast if we stay silent about this, there's a chance we'll be bestfriends again. God I hope so.
Today my teacher saw my arms and wrists and pulled me out of the
class.
He said to me to keep my head up and stay strong that things get
better. I told him everyone says that but it doesnt. He did
something i would never be able to do. He pulled up his sleeves
and i saw all his scars he look at me and isaid trust me Hannah
it will get better i promise.