It was a month after homecoming.
A bunch has changed.
I continually texted J.D. to continue our friendship and talking, he never replied to me though. When he did it was about things I didn't know about enough to hold a conversation or he was high and needed company. I had no idea how he even felt about me anymore.
In my life, I always found these deep spots of sadness that I could easily get myself out of with the help of Taylor, until I met him. He was my sanity. When I talked to him I felt better, when we'd talk about my day it always put a smile on my face. It was almost as if every annoying little thing about the world was gone whenever I was talking to him or around him. Until that night. That night was the beginning of the end for me. Since that night I continually tried to text him, send him pictures, hope he'd care. Yet he never did. He never replied.
One day I became sick of this pattern, got off the bus, went on the app and deleted him. Deleted our past, deleted our conversations, as if it were all just a good dream and now I was awoken. I really did have to thank him though, because if he wouldn't have left I wouldn't be the person I am today.
I missed him, I'd like to say less and less everyday but that would be a lie.
He was my sanity. He was the sunshine to my rainy day. He was the smile on my face, the person I couldn't wait to wake up and text every morning. But now he's gone, it's gone, my sanity, gone.
Furthermore forever leaving me with the question that is:
"What did I do wrong?"
The End
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Searching For Sanity
Teen Fiction"Oh, great." I put my hands in my pant pockets while I walked over to the seat in the corner away from everyone. "I never missed it here." I began scanning the room for some relief, come on. Atleast one of my friends has got to be in this class wit...
