When people talk to me, I feel like they talk right through me.
He was my best fucking friend. I talked to him all day, everyday. I knew what he was doing, when he was doing it, who he was doing it with. Now he’s fucking gone, and I’m alone. I could talk to him about anything, now I feel awkward and stupid. I never needed make up or perfect hair with him. I could be me. No one has ever treated me that way. He always listened, even if he hated it. He told me the flat out truth when I needed it. He told me when I was being a bitch, and gave me countless reality checks. Now I’m stuck waiting for his letters saying how happy he is while I’m so miserable. I think a lot about it at night, if he hears the same crickets I do. Or, if he’s out running a twelve mile hike instead. I think about him all the time an always.
Liking guys that are in your group of friends who you hang out with every day. Too hard..especially when they all can’t settle on one girl. Like are you trying to get with every girl you know or..? I just wish that I could change that. But it would be even harder to date a guy in your group because if you break up, so much shit would change.
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I miss
The camping crew, summer, everyone who actually talked to me this summer, everything.
OFWGKTA, luv dem ~
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