Sometimes I understand I fuck up, and it falls on me…but this time I didn’t do anything that would ruin our friendship. You deleted me off BBM, and didn’t return my phone calls, which was fucking bizzare, seeing as we spent 3 days together…I always was here for you, to listen about guys that you like, while deep inside I fucking loved you more then any of these guys can and would, but I’d still swallow my pride and keep talking to and consoling you like only a “friend” could. I assumed I must have said something wrong when I left your appartement, but I can’t recall what it was, so I don’t know why you became mad at me all of a sudden. You said I should move back home, and that you don’t want me in your life anymore…To be completely honest you are the sole reason I moved in the first place, I thought maybe, just maybe by being close to you, you could see how much I want to be with you. I guess I was wrong again, because now you don’t want anything to do with me, which is OKAY, because I love you enough to heed your wishes and leave. I feel so cheap and used because of you, I never realised maybe you were just using me, trying to escape your insecurities by dumping them onto me. I told you that I’m bipolar and have had issues with depression in the past, but you laughed it off, like I was joking. Perhaps it’s better if I do leave, but I know somewhere down the road you will remember me…and all the laughs we shared. If ever you do come back, I’ll probably let you back in without hesitating which will probably be another mistake. I can’t let you go, and I can’t stay, so what the fuck should I do? TELL ME