blankwithoutyou

2150. the little that is said with my mouth can be felt rather easily through my skull or this tattered ribcage of mine. sometimes i feel terribly naked; not in the sense of physical clothing, but to the fact that i seem to wear my emotions on my sleeve.

which makes me wonder what makes a friend of mine so sensitive sometimes, and what makes him quite the opposite other times.

maybe we're both the same... certain things we just cant settle with at this level of tact we have.

or maybe not. ive asked myself before time and again if this relationship we have is what it seems like at all; looking at the things he'd said and done in the past, it seems to me that ive been played quite the fool by him. with a good bout of betrayal in the bag, i think it's already hit a good count.

frankly, once he moves out of our currently drawn circle, ive decided to free him, let him go and release all the past we've been through. forgive and forget.

like some people whose names i wont mention, i will let them walk away from my life. so much for a lasting lifelong friendships. im not naive, it doesnt exist between us.