8th day of 2023

I'm a bit sick of you now.

I spoke first last night. You replied. Your concerns seem more important than your silence.

But I seem to care much less now.

I think I'm a bit done with you right now.

2nd entry

I did it…

I finally told you how I felt.

I feel lighter and there's no doubt about that.

But I'm definitely spilling the marbles that have been building up and suffocating me. Like a clump in my throat.

You pretence this insane confidence and it drives me up a wall. You have options, but you only want me? Get over yourself.

You say we can't be friends. We can. We can totally do it.

Stop saying you don't want it.

We all have been friends with someone we haven't wanted to at some point. You just get over it. It fades away.

We'll laugh at this eventually over a beer probably!

But you don't even want that?

This year has started off with a bang.

Now you've unfriended me and I seriously couldn't care less.

Maybe I've accepted it?

Maybe I'll only feel like this until my next period. Maybe it'll only last a day. Idk.

All I know right now, is that this outcome was for the best.

But somehow I feel like you'll be back and I'll be blowing out the flames once again.