Sunday, June 26, 2011

Sometimes, I get this overwhelming feeling of missing you...
It's weird, really. It would be a bright, sunny day and I'll be listening to music without a care, then BAM. 
I realize that you're gone, and I really, really, wish you were here.
I don't like you, I think.
And I know you don't like me. 
And sometimes, I think I can't make it through another day, then I think what you've gone through. 
I mean, if I had to analyze it all, it'd sound like I like you. But I don't. 
I love you, but as a friend, of course.
And I don't know what I would do if you weren't my friend. 

Youu always make me laugh. And you're good to talk to and such. 
So yeah.

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