All warm & fuzzy today. Hello, 21. We’re gonna be friends, I just know it.
This is a constant reoccurrence in my life. Meet someone - they think I’m awesome - we become great friends - they get tired of me - I get replaced - the end. I thought it’d be different this time, but I should’ve known better. I called it from day 1.
You would’ve warned me before this change of yours. I’m blind sighted & confused now.
There’s been so much I’ve been excited to tell you but you’re MIA. You forgot.
Womp womp womp.
I have no friends. None, zero, zip, zilch. I’m emotionally & physically exhausted. I’ve resorted to my silly high school habits. I am so frustrated I can barely speak. I’m so hurt I can barely breathe. For the first time in a long time, I’m down right angry. I’m existing, I’m not living & right now it’s just not even worth it.