I don’t miss you I miss the way you made me feel (some of the time). I look for that feeling in everyone and when I get a little bit of that feeling I try to hold on to it and get attached and I think that’s why I get hurt a lot. I really really don’t miss you. But I’ve been thinking of you a lot lately and I hate it. It’s bringing me down and I don’t need it. This is a new chapter for me and I want to start it off on a good note.
I’m about to cry what the fuck my best friend has been gone for like 4 hours and I miss him so much I feel like he’s about to text me and be like “hey wanna go get lunch” or “hey wanna go drive around and figure out what we wanna do once we’re out” like i have no idea what I’m going to do without him this year. 😒😔
You sound so fucking stupid and you’re so fucking conceited woW I hate you so much. You’re like “wow my fucking friends won’t even tell me happy birthday” it’s been your birthday for an hour pull your pants out of your ass. You didn’t say shit to me about anything that’s been going on and you fully knew about it and you’re indirect messaging me about not saying happy birthday lmao like yeah go scratch your ass.
Colin leaves next Saturday and I have no idea what I’m gonna do without him. He’s my best friend how am I supposed to stay here by myself
Idk after my mom called me I made a promise to myself that if my dad makes it i’ll have some kind of relationship with god (?) if you know me at all you know i don’t believe in any of that because I don’t understand how it could be possible and it just didn’t make sense to me but when something happens you’d try anything so I’m going to actually do something about it you know? Idk I’m not saying I’m gonna be a Jesus freak but I’m gonna believe in something I suppose. Everyone has a different view on what god is and yeah I’m done now sorry
I had such a good dream last night I’m so upset that it wasn’t real. 😒 I still miss you and idk maybe someday we can actually be friends or something because we still don’t talk even though we’re okay.