Erin Jane Fucking Tear... I miss you... Not literally but I miss the OLD you. I miss when we used to talk about twilight all the time, when we would go to the park near my place and we would climb onto the roof of the hut. Well, you would but I would be to scared, then you would encourage me and said it was going to be okay. I miss when Leigh, Britts, you and me would all go do to Hall Hill and complain about how wrong things where whilst swinging on anything and everything. I miss how we used to make fun of you Justin Beiber poster or complain about how messy your fucking room was (and still is...). And our sleepovers, where we would mess around on the computer, eat Randoms and be hyper. How we always said we would have a Harry Potter-athon but we only watched the first one and the last one before crashing out, snuggled up together in the big king sized spare bed.
Please say you remember this?
Because now things are different.
You have more boy troubles then I have hair on my body.
Your wrists are littered with scars.
You have depression, Anxiety, and other things.
You lie sometimes.
You stole people hearts, and broke them.
Broke them with lies.
You went against your mothers wishes.
Now it has come to this.
You have broke me.
I can't take this anymore.
Don't come crying to me about him... About IT!
I still want to be your friend.
Trust me.
I just don't want to be friends with the new you.
But i want to be friends.
Like normal.
Sigh.
this is tough...
I'm crying, you know?
And you probably are too...
But life carries on...
And so will we...
as friends...
sisters...
till the end...
Pinkie promise x
But tough shit if you dont want to be Soul-Sisters/Blood Brothers anymore...
because the whole point of us being SS/BB is that we stick together.
And I'm sorry if you disagree with me.
And I'm sorry if you don't want to talk to me any more.
But this is how I want it to be.
The old me.
And the old you.
With out all the labels and drama.
No more pressure.
I'm sorry Erin but things are different now.
I'm truly sorry.
But...
*sigh*....
Promise me something?
Talk to me about this the next time we meet?
And no more tears.
no more arguing....
Sorry, again...
