All I get is shit, from you.
You don’t understand how I can’t just pick up my life and leave when things are starting to look up for me. I want to leave though, don’t doubt me on that. My finances is leading me in the right direction, where I can possibly be moving out in the near future. This will be good for me, and you know it.
Or maybe you don’t.
You’re the one who picked up your life, and our friendship and moved far as hell away. I know that you don’t want to be back here, with nothing to look forward to. Althought I do want you, so we can start our ‘adult’ life together, and go through new adventures and experiences together.
I am not sorry that I can’t drop everything for you, because this is for me.
I am not sorry that you can’t understand this and be happy for me.
I am sorry that fate has handed us down.. shitty hands.
What the hell am I supposed to do?
