In the end I was unsure as to how it had started. I forgot a,, about the staying up all night and texting till we fell asleep, the cute thing we would tag each other in and how I lit up each time my phone would buzz. I pushed you away because I didn't want you to know me, cos if I was you I wouldn't want to know me, because I'm me. I now realise that I didn't need to smoke weed or sniff ice because I was already high on your love. Stupid me. I was greedy and maybe that was the death of me, or maybe the fact that you did acid, pingas, weed and drank was the death of me, but who knows? I can't even leave my house because it reminds me I'm alone. I can't go one night without crying, or one day without thinking about you. Maybe sometime you can show me how to forget me, after all you did it with ease. No, just forget it. You owe me nothing. Nothing but happiness. What is happiness now?
