We’ve been friends for so long, and you went threw so much pain. I feel so horrible for all the things I now know and the way i treated you. I feel like my anger towards you had been so childish.
You didn’t know what you where doing. I feel happy that I’m someone you see as caring and family. But I also don’t want you to be hurt when i leave. We are friends, we are best friends now.
I do love you, but I don’t want you to be sad when i mess up. I know I will. You’re so sweet and kind and I’m just rotten. You want to see me but you’re unable to. You’ve tried to runaway from your rapist but you’ve told me there’s no way you can.
I want to help you, I really do. But I don’t know how to help. We only live hours apart.but your parents would probably lose their mind. You say they treat you with haye and the.period they had you on lockdown was terrifying. I thought they had killed you.
I don’t know what to do.