I miss you. I miss you getting protective over me. I miss being able to ask you to hang out & you’d leave your house the minute you got off the phone. I miss staying up all night watching scary movies with you.. and then watching Jennifers body just to perve on Megan Fox. I miss being able to lay on your chest with no desire to even think of you in that way. I miss you being there for me whenever i needed you, no matter what the situation was. I hate that you just use me these days. I hate that we never hang out any more given we used to hang out nearly everyday. I hate that you just don’t give a fuck anymore.. I need you. You’re meant to be my bestfriend.. If only i was game enough to say this to your face. Hah, why bother? You’d probably tell me to fuck off, considering all you care about these days is ‘getting some’. Maybe you should wake the fuck up and realize what your losing.

8:31 am  •  30 May 2011