I wanted to preface this a bit. Right now, this is a letter I dont send to people. this specific one is to a friend of mine who I care deeply about. (both of us are males, and neither are gay fyi)
Maybe someone else can understand better than me.
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I keep writing in my digital journal. It keeps track of how many days I do. 23 days. It keeps track of all the entries. 99 right now. I just wished someone understood my brain. I don't even feel like my therapist understands. I don't even want comfort honestly. I just want someone to say that it's fucked up honestly.
I'm really trying to get back to my roots. But I know it won't ever be that way. It's not even that I wasn't fucked up then. It's just that my coping mechanism actually worked for the better. I don't think they where good just better.
I guess I look at you for someone to understand. I'm trying to understand and don't get why I can't. I don't want to be told "everything is fine you're doing good". I want to be told that I'm fucked and the answers aren't clear. Right now this is in my journal, as letters unsent. I hope one day I send it to you.
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I envy you. Really. You're the type of person I try to be. I don't think you understand that. I love you. Not romanticly. But I would say deeper than family. A course I'm learning I don't know what family love is. So I don't know. I ask for to much from you. I hate it. I'm a parisite on your life. I want to be a better friend.