Dear you,

I want to do things with you, too, but there never seems to be a chance. I'm often a little scared to bother you about playing because I feel like you'd have better things to do than write with me. A part of me thinks that even if I do make a visible effort to do things with you, that you'd still be upset with her for doing things with me.

This is really vague, because I'm afraid of being discovered, but I just wish this obvious tension wasn't there. I just want to be a good friend, but I feel like no matter what I do, I'm hurting someone, always.

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Dear you,

Your actions are sort of disappointing me. I think I might have to just disappear for a while so we both aren't tempted. Boy, doesn't that sound familiar ...