I have a problem. I'm too nice. I have another problem. When somebody I care about tells me I'm doing something wrong I believe them. No ifs, ands or buts or whatever. it's taken me four years to realize that when my best friend told me I was doing something wrong that he was wrong. I've spent four years trying to better myself because he told me I was faulty. My new years resolution this year was to better myself in any and every way I could. Well here's a start.

I have not been doing anything wrong. Wow that's hard to say. But I'm trying really hard to believe it. I am not too sensitive. I don't read too much into things, well maybe I do, but my conclusions are right because of it. I don't have to be the only one who sacrifices in a relationship or a friendship, of which I had both with this best friend. I don't need plastic surgery. I don't need to take life less seriously. I don't need to have looser morals because everyone else does. And I don't need your picture anymore.

Here's the story about this picture I'm destroying today. Our senior year of high school my best friend, who was also my boyfriend at the time, wouldn't take me to prom. He said he didn't want to go. He said he was worried about outing our relationship, which was for no good reason a secret. So I went with a friend instead. The next year he started regretting missing the prom so as a belated birthday present, I threw him our own personal prom. I decorated my whole basement, I told him to dress up, I had my sister pick him up like he was in a limo and my mom cooked us dinner. I even made a mix of music I thought would play at a prom. I bought a dress, i got my hair done. And it was a great night. I didn't realize until recently that he was the one that owed me a prom, the prom I never got to share with him. That story pretty much epitomizes our friendship and relationship. After four years I cut him out of my life because I realized that in the past four years I have not had one major emotional problem that didn't have to do with him. Even when it was about someone else, it was all because of him. And I've had enough.