I have 16 notes dedicated to you in my notepad. Guess you could say that now there's 17. No matter how short or how long I wrote, they all ended the same. From 7/17/19 to today I wrote about a broken friendship. One where we both were to blame. Each one starts off different depending how I feel that day. There were moments of hatred, sorrow even the moments I used to cherish. You don't look the same anymore, your somebody else. This isn't the first time I watched someone turn into a stranger and it won't be the last. I have no words anymore, my questions have all the same answers. So what is left when I feel nothing? Emptiness? Honestly I'm kinda scared. I can't tell when I'm lying to myself.
