Well that’s in the past anywaaaay.
It’s so hard to think about the fact that I used to be everything to you. We were going to be together, and we both knew that for a fact. No one else mattered.
Now you have her, and I have him, and we’re strangers.
Part of me hates you so much.
I hate that you were my first love and now that means nothing.
I hate thinking that you tell her what you used to tell me.
I feel like it was all just a lie, but I know it wasn’t. It’s just expired.
I heard you might enlist.
You always told me you would never do that, ever.
Now you’re with her and all of the sudden you want to be some kind of fucking hero? Really great.
What if you die? What if no one tells me? What if you get severely injured and forget about me? What if I never get to kiss you goodbye?
This sounds so stupid but I’m just typing everything I feel.
It sure pays to not have any friends when you’re a teenage girl.
And see that’s another thing.
What the fuck did I ever do to you people? NOTHING
It doesn’t even matter. You guys weren’t real friends anyway,
but I was.
So next time you say that I was just such a shitty friend
look back at all the times I talked to you when no one else would.
When you were sick and everyone was going to the parties but I stayed home with you.
I listened to all your petty boyfriend bullshit while the love of my life lived 3,000 miles away.
No one listened to me throughout that.
So thank you, planet earth, for providing me with the shittiest people I could find.