Soo, umm, no hard feelings?

I've been trying to have this conversation for seven long months.

And you never returned.

Then, out of the blue, when I decided to forget all about it, you start the conversation with hi.

Im so glad it's over with now... relief is a great feeling. Whether we're close again or not, Im happy with this.

I missed my best friend.

Oh, 'post secret' for today?

Postsecret?

Maybe one a day.

Maybe just until I feel free again.

But I'll do it nervously.

.To Write Love On Her Arms.

"Tell them to look up.

Tell them to remember the stars."

goaway.

Make this go away, please.

Make it all dissapear so I can move on without it.

I have my life, and I want you to live yours...

But I dont like what you keep putting on my shoulders to sort through.

Honestly, I dont know how to tell you anything anymore.

You're twisting my words and deciphering our conversations to the core.

You're making everything to be way too much for me.

I cant deal with it anymore.

Oh, dont even...

Try to act like you did nothing. Grow up and take responsibility. You did it, apologize to the person you did it to instead of crying to me.

---- Okay day, I guess, not that anyone is reading this. School. Very stupid after lunch, thanks to two very immature idiots. Then Deck The Halls which was very fun.

"I like flair."

"Did you seriously just put the holiday balls in his locker?"

Then come home and eat dinner and see Grandma, Grandpa and Great Grandma. "Im a druggie." - Great Grandma "I dont even know what a wii is! I gotta go wee though..." - Great Grandma Then youthgroup. Making dinner for families. But honestly, I just dont know what to do anymore. I cant not talk to you -- you're like my brother. But the drama it's creating is ridiculous. Help me?

Oop.

Ohhh,

Quit being so immature, please.

Thinking.

One thing at a time...

Thinking hurts too much.

Handshakes.

Here's the thing I've wanted for a while now.

And now I'm terrified to take it.

Yet, my greatest fear is the exact opposite of this.

So now what do I do?

NanoWriMo.

Why do you strive to kill me?

This Is Serious.

I dont really want to be a giraffe.

Fighting with my neck doesn't seem nice.

Just awkward, and painful.

Day Two, 3,012.

I cannot bring myself to regret the decisions I made that brought me to him. He was so…dissimilar. I suppose he was the same in many ways, but compared to myself, dissimilar. He was carefree, invisible, calm, intelligent…transitory. Thinking back, I cannot quite remember what was going on in my mind as I followed carelessly after him, making decisions that could doubtlessly ruin my perfect future. Love perhaps, though curiosity could be it too. Yet, that’s acceptable to me.

-NaNoWriMo, Day Two Excerpt.

(Goal, 3,333)

NaNoWriMo?

Hello.

Wish me luck, yes?

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