We’re drifting apart, and it’s hurting. You’re my best friend in the entire world. My only friend, actually. We’ve been friends ever since we were fucking eight and now when we’re alone together we hardly know what to say.
I just miss you. Our inside jokes and everything else that made our friendship special is just a distant memory for me now. It hurts.
I know you have this life. You’re doing things that are great for you. Finishing school, getting a boyfriend…not getting high.
Maybe that’s why I’m not speaking up. I’m toxic. You deserve a better friend then a lazy-ass bum like me. I don’t want you to ever think you owe me anything. These last years have been great, and I really valued our time as friends.
Go do your thing. I want you to be happier than you could have ever dreamed.
I’m sure I’ll manage somehow. I’m okay being by myself. Who knows? Maybe I’ll actually find someone crazy enough, like you, who wants to actually be my friend.
Just take me off your worry list, okay? Call me up if you need a good chat or if you need to rant, I’m always going to be here. I swear it.
I love you, man.