Gotta suck it up.

You want the truth?

I was so pissed at you because you got up and left. You got up and left just like my mother did. And that's what hurt the most. You used to tell me that I was better and she doesn't know what she just did because she left a great daughter. You would always tell me, "You'll be alright."

After realizing that you were such a good friend to me, and you were trying. I decided to try too. I wrote you a long ass message about how much I miss our friendship - just waiting for a response. Did I get one? Aha, nope. I find it funny that the messages that mean the most to me, people just have a tendency to read them. Way to make me feel fucking special.

I'm so grateful that you would call me here and there. Just the sound of your singing, brings a smile to my face. But, sometimes I'm wondering if I'm shooting myself in the foot because you talk about other girls to me. And how much these girls want you. Shit, you tell the girl that likes you this? You're fucking awesome. But on the other hand, you make me feel special. With the little things that you do. Like at the game, when you were walking to the bus and you couldn't talk to anybody. I was standing on the side, looking at you, and through your helmet, you winked at me. I smiled and waved. Just a little gesture as a wink, made me feel special.