January 22nd, 2006


(no subject)


I'm trying my hardest to be supportive of you right now.

Which means not admitting to you how I feel.

And I feel like every single "I love you," every single kiss, every single second of the last five months has been a lie.

But for now I have to put on a happy face around everyone I know, and push you as you resist dealing with this, and at least try to be glad that you opened up to me.

I still love you. But this fucking sucks.