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Sometimes...talking to my HS boyfriend really helps. Over the past 9 or 10 years we've been apart, we've gotten closer as friends. And recently, I have been in HELLA NEED for friendship.

I calls this "Texts with Kyle"

Kyle: I feel bad how useless I am to you in your time of need, I wanna help so bad and can't think of anything. If I was in the apartment i would at least be able to offer you a roof. I have like that stomach drop feeling trying to think of anyway to be helpful

Me: There's nothing anyone could do, like I need to fix my life. I mean I'm gonna say it definitely isn't fair, that I did my best to prepare, to be able to deal with my scary past and be supported, but now... I have to deal with that all being a fallacy and also get my shit together and deal with the trauma bullshit… but I really don't feel like I'm in the mood to let any of those things defeat me though.

Kyle: Girl that past line is gold...it read so powerful, it made me smile. I want to lift you up into the air after it

Me: Replace the word bullshit with reality and it's a damn poem

Me: Fuck I’m crazy

Kyle: The entire thing reads very well

Kyle: I screen shot it, I loved it that much

Me: ...Omg, thank you.

Kyle: I mean, the whole thing was just you saying what I've always told you. You're so damn strong.

Poem version:

There's nothing anyone could do,
I need to fix my life. I mean...
I'm going to say it d isn't fair, that I did my best to prepare,
to be able to deal with my scary past and be supported,
but now... I have to deal with that being a fallacy and also
get my shit together and deal with the trauma bullshit-reality
… but I really don't feel like I'm in the mood to let any of those things defeat me though.

# Permanent link to Sometimes…

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