Can’t sleep, too much in my head. When does this bullshit go away?
I have a million things to do tomorrow, and I need to fucking get over this.
I wish a million things.
When I wasn’t ready, I had to end relationships because they were ready. Now that I’m ready, they’re ending relationships because they’re not ready.
Not ready for what, I don’t know. I just know I was happy. We were happy. Two people. Us? Having fun. I have never laughed so much in my life. I could always make him smile. I loved to see him smile.
But I don’t want to go back to being a distant, cold-hearted bitch, you know? I don’t want to go back to hiding from the world. You get hurt, you get back up again.
I guess I just really miss my friend.
I miss him.
