I just know the friendship it's over when we started fighting. I mean it's all pretty self explanatory that things wouldn't be the same. Instead of mending the holes in the blanket, I rather burn it. But am I doing the right thing? To forget about it or that I'm just scared?
"Are we actually fighting?" I asked myself when he tried to make conversations with me today. He wanted this friendship so he made an effort.
Sidebar: I'm not pissed at any point of the day. I'm just born with a chronic expressionless bitch face that random strangers hate.
"I'm sorry too", if you're reading
It dawned on me that sometimes we ended up being crushed because we decided to give in to the people we WANT in our lives without knowing their part in our story ended!