iluvsamoas

i knew what it was like before. it sucks. it still sucks. but that one friend was black and white. we're friends now (and because i know you'll read this becky, you still mean a ton to me, even if we don't talk as much). but this time, was different. maybe because i don't know what happened. maybe because i woke up one day and she was a b*tch to me, for what was my fault. maybe because it's something i just couldn't fix. maybe because things were said and done that couldn't be forgotten. or maybe it sucks because you're still here. or well, somewhat... you comment on my facebook posts and like them, and i do to you. but i don't text you anymore. we don't skype all the time. we don't spill our guts to each other until 2am, until everything was out. the problem is, it still looks like we could be friends. because we can't tell anybody why we fought, right? maybe it's easy because you live so far away, or because i still talk about you. because i miss you and love you. even after all this time... i didn't want to lose you. i still don't know why i did exactly. no, wait, i kind of do. and that's what sucks. because we just can't fix it. i miss you.