this is not our Besteey's picture, but it's close.
i miss you, the real you.
i don't want to be your left over.
i want to be your everyday something/someone.
isn't that what best friends are for?

apparently, i feel neglected.
apparently, i feel forgotten

maybe i should wait till you finally start crying & it's the very last minute. maybe i'll wait till i find out that we won't get to see each other again for a very very long time...
maybe



i agree with Faye,
flashbacks still hurt, somehow

but i've got nothing to worry about. i don't have to dwell on an idiot like before.
i'm fine, i'm fine