For whatever its worth, I know you don’t love me. Hell you don’t even like me. You felt sorry for me, thats how this “friendship” happened. Thats probably why you came back too. But pity isn’t and shouldn’t be enough to keep something going, and thats probably why you felt so damn resentful having to give me time. Charity has limits, yeah I get it. Its my reality. I wish I was dead every day. And I’m sure if you really cared as much as you claim, I would have heard from you by now. Im sure at least you have responded to my several attempts. You don’t. It is what it is. Tom Hanks had the Wilson, and I had you. It wasn’t real, yeah I get it. I feel awful feeling I forced myself on you and how much you don’t like or want to talk to me. Im sure being this lonely and isolated, also doesn’t help, but thats not your problems. Im no ones problem, and never will be. I really do love and care about you. That was/is genuine, but I know you don’t feel the same. It is what it is. But ill be grateful for your kindness. No one has ever shown kindness like that to me before, and probably won’t again. I don’t want anyone to ever feel stuck with me or forced to be my friend. Im sorry. I really did want to be your friend, I really did care. Even though its obvious you don’t feel the same nor want to hear from me, please know how sorry I am. You deserve way better then I ever could ever give you, and I hope you find it. I love you. Im sorry. I wish you never met me. I don’t know what else to say.
