I wrote this when I was angry earlier. I really was.
You know what ? Fxck you too, really though. I know I was being the jerk when I decided to stop talking to you, but at least I told you before hand . I even told you I couldn’t handle it anymore . 5 months later, I’m finally doing better, you’re not on my mind as often as you used to. I decide to try and talk to you again, maybe fix things up and gain a friend back, but I guess I don’t mean shxt to you anymore. You’ve lightweight changed, I hope you enjoy your life, ‘cause I sure as hell will enjoy mine.
I cooled down. So here’s what I gotta say now.
Even though I was the one who broke it off, it didn’t mean I didn’t love you anymore. I wanted to see if I could survive without you. And I couldn’t. I just wish things were like old times. But it isn’t. And I feel like it never will be. I miss you.
