that is the time she walked in the door.
according to her...
she needed to blow off some steam.
according to me: “same”.
i met her in the living room and told her we needed to talk.
after the comments from the last entry,
and doing some “where did i fuck up?”,
i realized i was the one who may have been at fault as well.
i did attack off top.
you can’t really have a conversation with someone and start it off:
“you’re a mess”
so we sat at the table and spoke.
after she revealed her feelings,
she started to cry.
the only time i saw her cry was when her mother died.
“no one makes me cry,
but you did.” – she said.
i went over to her and hugged her.
she told me how no one believes in her and she is scared.
she feels lost and doesn’t know what to do.
she also said how she called me because she had no one to turn to.
i did as well.
i told her to start over and try not to get to this point again.
i’m going to let her stay.
lowkey: i’ll name her:
…as i have to remember i was once her.
i just needed to be found.
oh and she got a call for an interview today.