Happier (3).

They tell me I will never make much money, as if money was somehow related to happiness.

Happer (2)

You threatened that we wouldn't be friends anymore, as if I had anything to lose when you left.

Happier.

They told me I was very beautiful, as if that was supposed to make me happy.

Things On My Mind.

Change is good. And exciting. And terrifying.
What about the money?
Does the money matter?
I can do this.
I am going to throw up now.
Do I want this?
I want this.
Do I really want this?
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What?

colon, parenthesis.

You set your status as punctuation to express emotion, but "colon, parenthesis" can be happy or sad.

Regret.

My greatest regret will be that I could never make you understand how much I loved you, and why I had to leave.

Heavy

Sometimes I can't find the right words to express everything I'm feeling, but even sitting here and searching - without the assurance I will ever be able to articulate it - is better than pretending I'm not feeling at all.

After all, what's the word that means 'I'm happy and I'm sad and I'm full and I'm empty and I'm alone and I'm content and I'm lonely and my heart is holding the universe and it's very, very heavy'?

Human.

One day.

One day we will talk and maybe work things out, but we'll never be the same. We'll be something different - not bad, just not the way it used to be.

One day, I promised myself that I would call you if I got that job, and I promised that I would apologize for all of those things I didn't do. I promised myself that I would call you and be the bigger person and put myself aside and ask to go back to being close. But time passes and I'm not the same person I was. You should know how that is.
I'm not the same person, and now I don't want that job anymore. Does that mean I never get to call you?
Maybe not, but you never call me, either.

Maybe you didn't burn the bridge, but you helped me build this wall.