i've been in and out of rehab-type facilities, and i'm over it.
my best friend is finally listening to me (well, not really me, but listening to the advice i've been trying to give) and backing off. his heart's just too big for his own good, and the way i am is killing him almost as much as it's killing me.
i talked to him about it yesterday, and he got a little teary cause he doesn't trust me to stay alive on my own and he doesn't want me to die. the worst parts were when he said he's going into therapy (BECAUSE OF ME) and that if something happens to me, he's going to hate his mom and the school counselor for the rest of his life because they're the ones that pressured him to listen to what i was saying and give me a little space.
i'm only doing it for his benefit; i don't want to lose my best friend. he keeps saying i'm not losing him, but i am.
i really, really am.
