I wish I felt comfortably venting to you again. I want to tell you everything like I used to, but we've changed.
I want to go back, back to the beginning, but I know that will never happen.
It hurts. I sit and pretend that your my best friend but we both know you're not.
Things get too awkward at times and I never know what to say.
I feel like you do certain things because you feel guilty, but throwing a pity party for me is only making shit worst.
Where do we go from here?
No comments:
Post a Comment