I woke up this morning feeling like I had been hit by a bomb. I really truly thought it was just a bad dream, like the dream I had where J. Lo kept singing to me.
I’ve tried to remove you from every part of my life that I could think of. After receiving your last message I know I have hurt YOU. Again.
I waivered for a moment this morning thinking I could repair all of this, but I know it’s broken. I can’t have you in my life as my friend, because that is not what YOU want.
I was wrong in allowing you into my life. Again.
I know life will go on, unless you plan to hide in my bushes or some crazy shit. I’m so confused and afraid. I have never been afraid of you, but I’m afraid now.
I hate feeling this way, but I told you who I am(yeah I don’t want to take responsibility for this fuckery). I laid everything out, showed you what my life was and what I wanted it to be (Even without the mister there would be no Mr&Mrs BL).
I don’t think you will reach out beyond the text you sent. I hope you will respect my wish to have a BL free life. Again.
I’m so fucking sad. Again.