I kept missing you. I don't think I really want you, but remembering the old days make me want to relive it. You were so sweet, but then one day it all changes. You chose men over me, telling me that having them by your side is much better cause they live nearby, telling me how you met a guy who's just like me then ended up hurting. I remember times where I just skip sleeping to accompany you. When you called me crying after getting in a fight with your mom. Or when you took new meds that can make you barren. I loved you so much back then. I thought I wouldn't care even if you hurt me again and again. But then I met people who treats me nice. It opened my eyes. You're busy taking care of your mental health. I'm busy thinking how to help you. It ended up with me torturing my own mental health. Maybe this is for the greater good. But I do wish to still have you as a friend. Tho it lessen after I read my diary. I now doesn't remember much about us, but I held dear to me how we used to be there for each other. Thank you