Feeling someone else's anger is bad; being left alone is worse.

You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned.

I will be the one to leave you.

I am starting to get tired of relying on words.

Maybe your history just repeats and repeats until it batters you enough to snap the seams that hold you together

incessant adj. The doubts. You had to save me from my constant doubts. That deep-seeded feeling that I wasn't good enough for anything I was a fake at my job I wasn't your equal my friends would forget me if I moved away for a month. It wasn't as easy as hearing voices nobody was telling me this. It was just something I knew. Everyone else was playing along but I was sure that one day they would all stop.

I think of friendship in terms of love.