all i have wanted was for you to be okay, for you to stay with me.
you told be i was beautiful, that i was just like you, yet you made me feel like a disgrace.
we were in the kitchen, the sun shined through the window, as the branches danced in the wind.
leaning against the counter, i confronted you about your problem, and you got mad at me.
you were miserable, and so was i.
i shake and sob remembering those times.
yet they weren't always bad, we used to be so close, you were me best friend.
i wish it would just end.
you, across the country, still have a way of making me feel less than.
i just can't do this anymore.
also this is on the wrong account what
