This will be my last post. But before i leave, i have one last thing to say. Im in a lose-lose-lose situation. You were my best friend. The only reason we still talk is because of our project. This is what I was trying to prevent; you ignoring me, me losing you. Did you think it was gonna be as easy as "I like you, you like me. Lets go out!" no. You have to think ahead. if we break up i lose you. Now if i don't go out with you i lose you? And you tell me everything through a blog?? Honestly. You may have found out 1 thing from here, but that's it. I can clearly recall 3 times (at least) that you have told me things through here. On top of that i kinda like someone else and if i act on that, you hate me, if i don't, she hates me. So great, I lose you no matter what. Oh great, thanks world. But you know what, if you are gonna act like this, were we ever meant to have been friends in the first place? I don't know. It angers me that what ever i do, i lose. Do you understand how much i don't want to lose you!? I'm lost without you, but you don't see that, you never will. i look at you and think "I don't want to lose another friend. This can't happen." Yes i HAD feelings for, you. But i put them aside so that i wouldn't lose you. But you are to blind to see that. I get you like me, and im your best guy friend, BUT I DONT WANT TO LOSE YOU! BUT APPARENTLY EITHER WAY, I FUCKING WILL.
On top of this, i find out i may be moving towards the end of second semester. If i become the 2nd top scorer on my team this year, my dad is sending me to live with his friend who plays for the New York Red Bulls. living it up in a mansion, and training along side players like Agudelu, Altidore, Marquez, Tierry Henry and even the great David Beckham. It sounds like the good life right? But i dont want to leave. I want to be there when your dad gets his motorcycle. I want to be there to pick you up in my camaro when i get my license. I want to be there to make a fool of myself asking you to homecoming, because that is as close as i can get to you without you hating me. But apparently you don't want me there, or you don't want me to. That's cool though, I know now who my true friends are. Thanks i guess.
Goodbye, and best of wishes.
On top of this, i find out i may be moving towards the end of second semester. If i become the 2nd top scorer on my team this year, my dad is sending me to live with his friend who plays for the New York Red Bulls. living it up in a mansion, and training along side players like Agudelu, Altidore, Marquez, Tierry Henry and even the great David Beckham. It sounds like the good life right? But i dont want to leave. I want to be there when your dad gets his motorcycle. I want to be there to pick you up in my camaro when i get my license. I want to be there to make a fool of myself asking you to homecoming, because that is as close as i can get to you without you hating me. But apparently you don't want me there, or you don't want me to. That's cool though, I know now who my true friends are. Thanks i guess.
Goodbye, and best of wishes.