I really wish we were friends. I still don’t know what I’ve done wrong. But since you walked out of my life, I’ve came to realize how much I really do mean to anyone. Nothing. I mean nothing. Cus I feel like since you left everyone else if slowly leaving too. I don’t know if it’s just me or what.
I hate myself for letting it end the way it did. If I could change the way things went, I would. I hate that you aren’t in my life anymore. I hate that you aren’t there. Yet I don’t hate you.
Sometimes I just wonder if old friends are thinking about me.