I lay in bed, for hours, at night thinking about every possible thing I’ve fucked up in my life. I got hurt, really hurt, and sometimes when that happens something inside me just shuts down.

Be straight up with me.

I don’t give a fuck if you hurt my feelings, just do it. To be honest, I’ll be even more hurt if you don’t tell me, since you think that I can’t handle the truth in the first place. I don’t want you to sugarcoat every little detail and make me read between the lines. I have too many people like that in my life already and I hate it. Even if I don;t listen to you, I still want to know what’s up.

Be real with me, I’ll get over it.

Don’t rush your healing, don’t pretend to be okay when you’re not, and don’t apologize for being broken.