Fucking off and leaving him alone. *Edited*

This isn’t as bad as it sounds. Really, I’m not deeply traumatically hurt. I’m not. I was at the time. “fuck off” and “leave me alone” are harsh phrases for a girl to read. But love is persistent and consistent, so I perservered, and blah blah.

I could go on and on, but I’m in Timmy’s diary and I just don’t feel like ranting about bullshit.

Well anyway, to sum it up, I’m leaving him alone. If he wants to call me, that’s great, I’ll be here. If not, whatever.

I’m not bitter.

I’m not angry.

I have faith.

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And if it doesn’t work out, I won’t lose my faith.

I’ll just put the toaster on a lighter setting.

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More later. Given that I’ll be able to remember this password and/or get it from Timmy again.

He’s a great guy. A great friend.

Some girl is going to be so incredibly lucky one day.

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Edit – I feel I should mention that the decision to leave him alone actually came from me. Its clear I can’t help him, especially since for the past week he’s been shutting himself off from everyone except me. I asked him if that’s really what he wanted and he said no, and that he didn’t want to be the bastard for pushing me away if it wouldn’t actually help anything – so he basically told me to decide. I told him I wouldn’t call, but he could whenever he felt the need, and in a few days we’ll reevaluate things.

Yes, more bullshit. Even in Timmy’s diary I can’t resist the bullshit.