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yeah, its sad. all the things i wont get to do. places i'll never see, books i'll never read. but what are you gonna do? maybe people will wonder and they'll ask. and it can be said, she's not the girl you thought she was. turn the tables on all of you and have you know that that shy quiet girl writing in the corner is fucking SICK and there ain't
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I imagine that I am writing this and you already know whats coming. You're sitting somewhere on a cloud and laughing, gut deep-full belly-cackle at me need to connect with you.
I miss you. I am sorry for everything that you forgive me for, but I am sorry still. I love you. I love you for everything I knew of you and everything I didn't. I wish I would have given you that chance, I have said it so much, but I truly loved out friendship and it's uniqueness.
I still talk to Karla sometimes... Crystal too.
It's always the same, isn't that funny, always always always coming back to you. Isn't that the worst kind of irony.
A trifecta, of sorts.
I think of you so much... I wonder how often you are with me, side by side.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you,
I miss you.
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