i'm listening to my sad playlist again.
it's almost been 1 whole year since the first time i ever spoke to you.
i thought we were gonna make it.
tomorrow is your birthday.
i don't know what i'm gonna do.
half of me wants to erase every part and every memory i've ever had with you but i don't know if thats quite possible
but half of me wants to send that text
that
"happy birthday. i'm sorry."
i wouldn't know where to start.
i don't know where to start.
because the trust is i fucking miss you and i would never admit it and i don't know if its obvious but holy shit i miss you i miss your presence and i don't just miss you i miss my best friend i miss having someone to talk to at 4am when i fucking hate myself when you were always there for me god i fucking miss you.
i'm sorry i fucked it up.
i don't know if you're reading this.
if you're reading this, you know exactly who you are.
if you're reading this, i'm sorry.
if you're reading this, i miss you.
if you're reading this i'm sorry i'm quite a shitty best friend and that i'm such a bitch to you.
its a coping mechanism.
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