It really does hurt. Like how i miss you so much and you most likely don't even think about me. Like the realisation, actually kills, and i feel that exact feeling i did when you first left, and i re-live that feeling so much that i'm getting used to it. i wish things were different, i dont know what i did, but i have to blame myself for you leaving, its obviously me. im so sorry i couldnt be a better friend, something you wanted, and needed. And you know the worst part? The most annoying thing? I still care, but even worse than that, i always will.













