I don't want to miss them, but I still do. I miss car rides full of smiles. Everything not being about the people we like or the way were acted. Being dumb and acting stupid in public. Not caring because we were having fun. I say don't care, but at time like these when I have memories of the fun times we had on my wall and the presents they gave me that I kept because somewhere in me I still care. Still care that the left me and didn't like me. That they blamed me for their mistakes. Idk I just have times at night like these where I am alone and don't have someone to talk to about my problems and my thoughts. Someone that can relate to on a new level. But I don't anymore and I don't I ever will again.
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AlteleThis is a book of me being all emo and stuff so if dont want to read look away now WARNING: MATURE
