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I am beginning to think maybe I’m too messy for you. Like it’s more complicated than you’re going to want to be a part of, no matter where I end up.
I want you in my life, I know that. I want to be friends. I think I’ll hurt like hell if you don’t want to speak to me again.
But it’s going to be awhile before I’m free to do more than that. And that’s sort of why I got depressed. I want you to be my friend, but I want you to want that too. I was able to renegotiate the new boundary I had on me before, though. I don’t have to worry about it anymore.
We have communication issues between us. It’s something I hope to work on with you eventually. But you have to be up for that too. I’m scared that it’s too much. That I’m too much. Even when I expect nothing from you.
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