it wasn't my intention to push you away, i was crying out for help. but when i need you the most, where are you? you aren't here. i hurt myself, you freak out and want space? what is that, honestly. if i was wearing your shoes, i would be there for you, comforting you, trying to cheer you up. but no, you want space; so you go to the beach with her, and ignore me. and then wonder why i'm so on edge about your friendship.
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