Growing Up

Dear Pk,
You hurt me. You hurt me more than any other person in the world. You know why? Because I trust you the most, I love you the most...you hurt me the most. I care about you and I love you and you let me down. You kick me when I'm down with your harsh words because you think that's what I did. Little did you know that its your "honesty" that's pushing me over the edge... It's funny because you think you're the solution? That you can help? None of the things you've said help. If anything, they make the "depression" worse...

I cried myself to sleep last night because of you. I got home this morning and cried some more. You think I need to grow up? Maybe I do. But I'm 17. I'm a kid. Just like you. Your condescending, hypocritical attitude towards me makes me feel like a child. You think I blame the world for my problems? Not even close. Just last week you told me I take the blame too much when half the time the blame isn't even mine. So which one is it?

The worst part of it all? I know I should leave. I know I should end the friendship. But it'll shatter my heart to a million and one pieces, pieces I'll never be able to put back together. So what am I supposed to do? Part of me wants to throw my arms around your neck and sob and have you just this once comfort me. Another part wants to run the opposite direction, as fast as I can.

Just because you had to grow up fast, doesn't mean you should be forcing me to.

Peace&Love