This Is Just A Draft, An Outburst If You Dare Say It, If You Want To Read It, Of Course. I Had A Writer's

This is just a draft, an outburst if you dare say it, if you want to read it, of course. I had a writer's block recently. So... there you go! (PSA.: sorry for not formatting the text I just didn't want to leave you guys without something to read ♡ )

In the realm of words, there's an emptiness, a hollowness that speaks volumes. All I wish for is one thing – an apology. For those years when I wove beliefs into threads, tending to emotions in a friendship that never truly existed. You faded right before my eyes, making me believe it was my undoing. The punishment feels like a heavy load, the weight of past actions bearing down. It's funny how Taylor nailed it – turning 21 is meant to be electrifying. But here I am, harboring a growing distaste for the letter G, my self-assuredness shrinking with every stride towards forging connections. It's like everything is destined to end up like us.

I resent you for the scars that linger. Yet, words elude me, courage faltering, the knot in my stomach tightening at the thought of confronting you. I'm scarred, and your retribution? It's an eternity spent with your own reflection.

I'd never enact what you did, never don that icy indifference. My fabric is different, woven with compassion and care. I navigate friendships with eyes wide open now, the aftermath of your words lingering like a storm that nearly rewired my thoughts.

But let's get something straight – I'm not recreating your script. I won't be that person, not after witnessing the pain you dished out. Lessons learned, I approach interactions draped in empathy and understanding, not the dismissive chill you carried. Your maze of words altered me, but not to mimic your indifference.

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