December 8, 2010

you smell like aftershave and taco meat.

I miss my best friend. I miss the way we were more than I miss anything that I've ever lost. she would tell you that it's my fault we're not talking, and i would imagine that it still partly is. I curse my dreams for bringing her up. and I probably deserve it for trying to forget her when I promised I never would. it's amazing that even after a year that the thought of everything can still make me cry. and I'm probably wrong to think that what happened made me some huge victim, but I don't know, I just felt betrayed. even though she'd tell you different. and probably everyone else who knows for that matter. am I wrong for having kept this going on for so long? I can't change that I still hurt. God knows that I will never replace her. friends like that just don't come around. it always seemed like everything was against us being friends anyways. I never realized how happy I really was before. everybody that I've talked to says that I should just move on, and that it's not worth getting upset over anymore. but I just don't understand how to move on. I don't know how you forget someone that was so important like that. I really hope that she feels the same. stupid dreams. can't you just leave me alone? you've always been a damn problem.

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