it's nighttime.
i'm frustrated because there are no changes i can make
to satisfy my friend. not about who i am. not about the past.
i feel terrible.
she says
i should make compromises. for our friendship.
said i'm a liar. a terrible friend.
because i said she could stay with me and then sent her home.
and that if i loved her, i would let her live with me again.
says she is the only one making compromises.
she says i should be able to. that if i loved her, i would.
that i can. but i just wont. and she doesn't want to be my fiend if i don't.
dear empty bedroom,
i tried to kill myself last year when she was staying with me.