a confession

I’m sorry I didn’t were a good friend to you.

Especially when it comes to a beautiful treasure that needs me.

I love you, and thats why i don’t want to see you right now.

I also miss you.

I hope you would understand me.

Sometimes i think that in our very first acquaintance we were afraid of hurting each other so much that we misunderstood each other.

That was bad.

At that moment, i changed and i started to act unconfident.

I have an obsessive personality.

I see it clearly now.

And this is my reaction when a trauma hits me.

i know now that this is a problem.

although some keeps telling me i am making it a problem when i define it as a problem.

It’s my private problem.

I want you to know that I’m trying to change and become a better person and a better friend.

love, miss