it’s so frustrating because i know what you’re thinking.

i know how you’re feeling, maybe even better than you do. not because i’m wiser or better, but because all of us have difficulty listening to ourselves.

you’re just insecure.

i’m not manic. you can’t blame your hurt feelings on my mental illness, not anymore. you can’t share your suspicions with the people i love, you can’t talk about how

unfaithful

i’ve become. it’s time you look inward, for once. it’s time you question the world around you. it’s time you stop suffering in silence, it’s time you learn to express yourself as more than just a passive story teller.

i’ve met many, many people like you before. they filled my life in high school. i learned this.

i can’t help you.

and i really don’t want to.