time. out.

I don't know how to tell you this but
don't take this seriously.
don't even take it personally.
don't think right now that this is about you.
because it's not.

You suck. You really do.
I'm jealous of what you have. I can admit to that.
I'm bummed it didn't work. Plain and simple.
You are one of the only reasons I'm doing this.
You kind of annoy me, but I'm hoping its just a phase.
Please, and I'm only saying this because I care and don't want to see you get hurt, be careful.
I'm sorry, I just don't feel that way.
I trust that you know what you're doing, but if it doesn't work out I'm here.
I have one regret and it's thanks to you.



I hate you, yet I don't.
I think of the good times and smile, but when I remember that it's a memory sorrow will strike.

Help from a Hufflepuff by *abosz007

My problems are miniscule compared to those around me. I get that. No seriously, I do. As selfish of me as it sounds, I hate it, it's nothing compared to everyone else. Therefore, I feel uncomfortable talking about it. I don't like talking about myself and what I feel knowing the pain you go through. I don't exactly know what to say to help with anything.


thank you.
for letting me rant.
I hope this didn't bother you, make you uncomfortable, disappoint, or raise unnecessary questions.
It wasn't even aimed at you anyway.


Just let this serve as my time-out for a moment to emo it up in a way.
since I don't want to talk about it, or have someone to talk about it to. this was best.

we all could use a little help from a hufflepuff