And as I stared at her, I knew without a doubt, our respect for each other has reached an all time low, and it didnt matter if she found me frustrating or I found her frustrating, the truth of the matter was that we both liked each other about as much as we each liked weight gain. Not very much, really.

If I wanted to, I could throw myself at her mercy again, and ask her for forgiveness for whatever it was that slighted our friendship. I could grovel, and I could beg, and I could ask for her understanding and a second chance.

But then it would just repeat the same cycle. Over. And over. And over.

And so I dont. And its the same thing again.


And Im trying to tell someone my problems, to get it out, but I just cant seem to put this feeling into words. He asked and I couldnt find the words. He wanted to listen and I couldnt mesh my feelings about myself together.

Its easier to ignore than to deal with it. And I hardly know where to turn, because no one has time to deal with the issues of a supposedly independant girl.