i like you. a lot. but i am wildly insecure and unsure of myself. hence my apprehension of your friendship with the girl next door. but hey, you did pork her, and you had feelings for her. and i’m not entirely sure that those feelings are gone.
at the same time, i don’t know how you feel about my friendship with my ex. i know that you think that i shouldn’t feel obligated to see him, but i do. i feel guilty for breaking his heart. and sometimes, when i’m with him, i think about how easy it would be to go back to him. but i was miserable with him towards the end. like, a good six months of the end. and then there’s that whole thing where i can’t stop thinking about you whenever i’m with him. so there’s that.
i’m crazy, and i don’t want you to find out. i’m in recovery from an eating disorder (seeing my treatment team twice a week) and i have bipolar disorder. and you? you have no idea…at least, i haven’t told you. and if you do know, it would be incredibly awkward, cause i wouldn’t know how you found out about it.
despite the fact that i am holding out two pretty large bits of information, which i do intend on sharing when the time is right, i like you a lot. i don’t know why you chose me. sometimes i think it was because i was the only one around. but i suppose that you wouldn’t stick around if you didn’t want to.