Maybe you will read this, or maybe you won’t. You don’t even like this website anymore. I need you to know something. I appreciate you being there for me tonight, but when I found out she came home, I couldn’t help but break down. I don’t understand why I can’t be as good as her in your eyes. I’m sorry that I can’t be your “other half” like she can, but I do feel like I am a pretty damn good friend. And it hurts so freaking much to know that the person I call my best friend, calls me her best friend, but doesn’t mean it. I am not your true best friend, like you are mine. Let me remind you that she moved over 12 hours away without saying goodbye. It hurts not having someone to call your own, and I am tired of it. Maybe we do spend too much time together, and you do leave in September anyways, so maybe it’s time to slowly start pulling away. You don’t want to be here anyways.
Thought you would always be there,