Catharsis

It's been a while since I've actually had to time to stop, sit and write on my blog as I'd like to. Or breathe, for that matter. Between state, prom and that retarded speech event (not to mention all the drama that decided to tack itself on to them), I've been just exhausted. But, I'm back now. And there's much left to say...

So, I've noticed that I've been feeling a lot of tension lately. In my shoulders, back and legs. Usually I'd blame it on my backpack or the way I'm sleeping, but that can't be it. And after a very enlightening day in psychology, I now realize it's something much deeper than physiological pangs. In order to hopefully get rid of these pains and tensions, I think I have to have a release of some sort... Here goes:

This is everything I've been meaning to say but never had the courage to. Most is irrevalant as of now because most of the drama has worked itself out...

You! I trusted you. Why did you do this to me? You made me look like a fool--a fool who trusted you. And yet I find that you've been talking about me behind my back... calling me names that really hurt me. I know you're not the cold, calculating bitch everyone would make you out to be. I've seen your "good" side; it's what I love about you. I wish I could say things will be the same between us but you and I both know different. We'll never have what we had. Or, rather, what I believed we had. Stupid, stupid me. All I can hope now is that we can make the best of the new, broken, friendship we find ourselves in. Why didn't you come to me instead?

And you... Let's talk about poor, unfortunate you. You're always making yourself out to be the victim, aren't you? Life is just such an awful and dark place for you. You put on this air of mystery because you think it makes you feel good or seem cool-- I don't know. But you don't fool me. I know behind that facade is a scared little boy who truly doesn't know what he wants... only attention. And you'll do anything--ANYTHING--to get it. But why me? Why now? We trusted you. We let you in. And this is how you react? By rejecting every gesture we gave you as only our nature taught us how. Of course we were suspicious! How could we not be? You all but disappear for such a long time and now you're back and "in love"? Not exactly what we were prepared for. You wanted friendships and we tried. It takes time, you! But you couldn't wait, could you? You just couldn't not know what we said about you when you turned your back. So you found your way in. Well played. You turned cracks to chasms and nearly turned us on each other. Such audacity! We friends, yes. But I still can't believe you soemtimes... Why didn't you give us a chance?

Haha, you. I love you, you know that? Through all of this you were the only one who managed to stay out of all the bullshit and backstabbing. You didn't allow yourself to get sucked in. It's amazing. I admire you. You did what I wish we all could've done: keep your head down and your mouth shut. Why can't more people be like you?

Lastly, but most certainly not least, you. You have no idea what you do to me, do you? You couldn't possibily know what you do to me everytime you even look at me... That cool, confident look. It's almost as if you know and you enjoy seeing me dance in your clutches... Almost. And, then, at times, you're so oblivious. So utterly clueless. It's.. refreshing. For so long, I tried to figure what it was was about you that first attracted me. I now know. I love what we are now. Friends. But I can't help but to wonder if there could ever be more. Sad, really. Completely pathetic on my part. Are you afraid... or just apathetic?

.:~o*'Kaylyn'*o~:.

P.S. - As I said, some--most--of the things I've wrote are past. I don't feel this way anymore. But I'm not going to deny that I did at one time. But psychology has enlightened me to the healthy benefits of releasing such thoughts. -sigh- I do feel a little better.