June 29, 2016 09:26
I'm confused. Lost.
I get jealous when you talk about her, but not because I wish to be in her place. It's because I feel like she actually makes you happy and that it's something I could never do.
It was almost like she was your rebound after ——— died. You loved him because he was your favorite ———.
But now you love her.
She grew up pretty rough from what I hear. She had abusive parents. She got leukemia at age 5. Her friends died. And then she got adopted by some Texan family.
You go see her every other weekend.
But you can barely make five minutes for me?
That busting lady Kayla said that some unhealthy relationships happen when your significant other takes time away from friends. And I almost feel like that's happening.
It's like, there is never time for me to be your favorite person. And although jealousy has calmed down by now, it's still burning in my heart.
Before you knew me, ——— was your favorite person. During the time you and I were close, Taylor was your favorite friend. Now, it's some girl-
A/N: Written about J and his girlfriend. I never finished this one.
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