5:04pm:
me: hey carl,
him: yeah?
me: we both know you're never going to come visit me.
him: if gas was free
me: no
me: because you've never mentioned it
him: yeah i have
me: no, i always tell you to come visit me.
me: but when it comes down to it, i haven't seen you in three years. i've hardly even talked to you but i keep wanting you to come visit or even want to and i need to stop waiting. because really my expectation is that you'll come down and snap back into being my best friend. and that's just dumb to wait for.
him: well we cant be besfriends
him: cuz if i come down i cant stay forever
me: yeah, i know.
me: but the point is you have friends up there, new friends that i used to be jealous of. but not so much anymore. so if you're down here you can always stay with me, but there's no point in making a trip just for me. we're not going to be best friends forever.
me: i'm okay with that.
i think at this point i really am.
3:05pm:
i cry more over books than i do over humanity. i think i just like the characters better.
1:15am:
i lie in truth boxes. not with evil intent, but just because i can.
12:42am:
people think that heart break only comes from romance. i have been heart broken over the loss of a pet but i have never had my heart broken by romance. however, my heart beaks a little each time i talk to my (ex) best friend. especially when i say we haven't kept in touch and he says "you moved, i stayed - that's not my fault." so i bitterly reply "well you forgot about me as soon as i moved." and he says "that's what happens when people aren't there." how come i never forgot him? how come i can't?