I can't sleep. My buzz wore off about an hour ago and now I can't make my mind stop running a mile a fucking minute. I can't get this sick knot out of my stomach. I can't stop feeling mad as hell. I can't stop crying. I just can't...understand.
I haven't changed. Or maybe I have. In the past I wouldn't have stood for any of this. I wouldn't have just sat back and watch my friend slowly drift away. I wouldn't have kept my mouth shut for so long. I wouldn't have been afraid of being honest because I didn't want to lose a friend. Because in the end, it happened all the same.
We can talk if you feel you have more to say. But in all honesty, I'm afraid to. I'm pretty sure I know how it's gonna go. I don't fit into this new life of yours. I get that. Well, I don't really. Personally I think it's pretty lame. I believe that friends are just as important as lovers. I believe that you are taking me forgranted. And I believe that one day you are going to need me. There's more I'd like to say...but I'm not sure if it really matters anymore.