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I miss my best friend. I miss the hours on the phone, running up the bill, laughing because we could. I miss promises of movie nights and Funstation, going to the mall and late nights spent whispering when everyone else had already fallen asleep. I miss when you told me the eyes were the windows of the soul that you
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I don't know what to do anymore. It feels like, if I do something, it'll always turn out wrong. I don't know what to anticipate, don't know what to plan for. And the smart move, the thing I've done since before I can remember, is to not expect. To not expect means to never be disappointed. Relinquishing my right to p
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It doesn't matter to me who reads this. Not really. Maybe a little bit. If some teacher comes spouting this back to me, I'll be beyond furious. But my friends? Whatever. In fact, I hope you get offended. Because it's probably about you. And it means you have a conscience, and aren't a complete waste of space after al
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