Under Repair

Sometimes I wonder why we’re not friends anymore.

Was it because I lied a lot, tried to make myself look good so that you would like me? Was it because I tried to kill myself and you got so tired trying to take care of me? Perhaps it was because I was depressed all the time, you couldn’t stand talking to me anymore?

I don’t remember how it happened but one day I woke up and we’re not friends anymore.

I’m terribly sorry for everything. I still don’t understand many things and I guess I’m afraid to know. Afraid to hear that I was the one who drove you away.

It saddens me that we are no longer friends, but I don’t see how I can change that ever again.

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