Dear You,
This is one of those nights when I think that maybe I was wrong. Maybe if I had kept my fucking mouth shut, you'd be here with me now, or maybe you'd actually talk to me and I wouldn't have to write all these stupid, pathetic letters filling them with things I want to tell you but I can't because I'm too damn proud to actually be the first to call. And now I'm done pretending that everything with us is okay, that I can just text or we can just skype!
You called Lina yesterday. You called Lina. She told me about it. I don't know if you're too angry or too embarashed to call me, I guess being away from you for so long has impaired my ability to understand you. I just wish there was some way to let you know the truth and how much I miss you and how much I wish you'd just pick up the damn phone and call me or just call and say nothing, I don't care, I just need to know that you don't hate me completely. Your English are crap and you have no idea this blog exists so I guess I can write the things I'll never tell you here.
I am so sorry for what I said to you. I am so sorry for being the cold, soulless bitch you knew I was and yet ignored it because of who you are. I should have kept my mouth shut and just accept your choice, accept her, no matter what I thought of her, even though the moment I laid eyes on her I knew she'd hurt you. Maybe then you wouldn't be alone once it happened. And now it has and I'm here and you're there and I know you have Lina but let's be honest, what the fuck is she gonna do, paint you something?
There, I said it, happy now? Of course I'll never, ever say any of that stuff to you. Sorry is not in my vocabulary you know that better than anyone. I'll tell you what your old, pre-disaster friend would say: I fucking told you so and I'm always right. Maybe that's why you don't call, you know me too well.
I guess maybe I shouldn't get all high and mighty about your choice of girl. It's really distracting and I really can't afford it right now. I think about him a lot more than I should and it's a complete waste of time because nothing can happen and sometimes I really don't understand myself. I should really stop, stop thinking about anything that has to do with that area. You're a really crappy friend, you know that? I hate you! You always gave me the best advice and now that I need you you're in mourning for a skank who never deserved you in the first place and you're punishing me because I told you the truth! It's so fucking unfair and you can call me a child all you want the truth is it's not my fault!
I'm actually missing my mean girl days, I treated people like crap but I somehow had the illusion that everybody adored me and never gave two shits about them. Why, oh why did I develop a conscience? I just know that I can't keep doing this. I think I should talk to someone about it. Lina can't even help herself, let alone me. Maybe someone more experienced, like Sharon. I don't know I'll think about it. I should also stop eating muffins. Sugar can't change the way I feel about him but it can change my size and I'm supposed to be losing weight not gaining. Anyway I started going to the gym again so I think I'll be okay and when I find a way for these feelings to go away I'll be a lot better because there is really no point in thinking about something that can never happen. It's a shame you're not speaking to me. You would have loved this.
I have to try to sleep now. I had a really long day, I went to the gym, then I met Asgeir and Isa (after taking a bath), then we went to a Creative Industries event and met a bunch of people and had a drink (drinks were free btw, you would have loved this, too!) and then I got home and started writing. So now I'm done and I really hope I wake up tomorrow with a text from you. I guess I'll probably won't but hey! Hope dies last!
Burn after reading,
Evey