Dear Self: Be careful
10:27 p.m.

Dear Me:

You have to tread very carefully now. There are things that you could be doing unconciously, like befriending him that could fall into your lap unexpectedly and then end up with your head rolling. You know, as well as anyone else, that you have a lot in common with that boy, and that now that she has seen you with him, even though you have no romantic intentions for him, that if something goes wrong with him and his girlfriend, that other girl is going to blame you. You know that you are walking on thin ice, here, but at the same time that there is no way that you can pass up his offer of friendship when his very personality reeks of everything that you have been missing so badly that you cry yourself to sleep some nights, totally unprovoked, and that he feels more like home than anything that you have experienced in the year since you've been gone.

You need to be very careful, self. And to stop analyzing things, and to tread lightly, and keep a very close eye on exactly what that other girl is seeing, because she's dangerous. And I'm not totally convinced that she likes you, at all, in fact, despite the fact that she may soon become family.

Also, you need to close your eyes to the immaturity going on. It's funny that people used to remark over how immature you are, when now, on the other end of things, everyone else is letting everything go to hell in a handbasket. You have to stop defending either side, and especially him for the sole factor that they are two and he is one and you have been friends with him the longest.

Self, you need to back up, take a step out of things, and make sure that you watch your back.

These are treacherous times.

Love,

Me.

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