I miss you.
I really fucking miss you.
From our first sleepover filled with random guitar strumming and burnt cupcakes, to making memory jars on New Years Eve. Somewhere along the line, we fell out without much of an explanation. I can’t keep living with this “hole in my heart” that only a friend like you could fill.
Never once did I expect you to solve my problems, or to even give a damn. I never intended for you to bring them upon yourself and dwell on them above your own problems. You were just there, no other friend could fill your role, no matter how hard they tried. You’re the only person I trust with a lot of things in my life.
What makes it worse is (once again) I feel replaced. The plot twist is I feel replaced by someone else I thought was my friend. It was a matter of 2 days I lost you both and I felt a piece of my life collapse. I understand plans change & people change, but saying “there’s no connection anymore” and not saying much more has to be the most difficult thing I’ve ever been told.
I’m pretty sure you’ll never see this, considering you’ve unfollowed every account of mine, but if you happen to stumble across it, I hope you at least understand where I’m coming from.
No one could replace you, the memories we have cannot be recreated with anyone else.
Slit your wrists
See your pain
Hide your face
Feel the shame