It's been far too long. I haven't written in too long. So many things I could complain and rant about. So many people who told me they were there for me. They all lied, every single one. Especially you. You told me anytime to hit you up, I do. I messaged you and got left on read... So much for a friendship. I miss you, I needed help, I was gonna leave. Leave and move away. But you kept me here. Thinking maybe we could be friends again. What we used to be. It's been awhile since the thoughts of us crossed my mind. But tonight it weighs heavy. The songs, laughs, jokes. Endless conversations about our problems and advice we'd give eachother. Always together. Always there for each other. But now, nothing not even a text. Not even a how you been? Nothing. I tried and got let down for thinking it could be the same again. You chose the high life, I chose the lame life in your eyes. I don't go out every night. I don't drink, I don't smoke. I quit everything because it made me feel even worse. Made me think of you. Made me think of those nights, that night. But, I guess I got straight because I didn't want your life. I didn't want to live the high life in fear to end up like you. Depending on the burn in the back of my throat to forget, to have a good time.
