I think I just lost my best best best friend.
Ya see people, my best friend has been a guy since I was two and we've been close friends forever. He was my rock. Who I went to for advice. Who calmed me down. Who stuck up for me. But the key word there is WAS, because I have no clue who the hell the person that has taken up his life is.
I miss him, readers.
I miss the guy that would tell me everythings ok.
I miss the guy that told me to stay myself.
I miss the guy that was always HERE FOR ME.
This isn't exactly old news. We've been dangling on a string for a while, and yesterday night it just...snapped.
Ya see, I don't have a homecoming date yet. And I've been rather upset about it. So one day I texted him expecting him to give me some courage or help me. But what did he say?
"What are you talking about? You just doubt yourself about
EVERYTHING. If you have confidence it helps, and your lacking that
horribly."
He hasn't answered me since.
And the big pair of red scissors come down on that string.
And now I'm lost.
Buh-Bye.
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