You told me you liked my dress and that made me feel special, but it solidified the realization that I will never know what it's like to have you leave so fast that I can still feel your lips on mine.
When I woke up I remembered it's the 14th. It's been a year without a friend and a year with an angel.
I'm sick of being the sponge. The sponge that always has to soak up everyone's problems and worries. It's exhausting.
I can't stop thinking about where I am supposed to be and it's definitely not here.
I have a lot of anxiety and I get stressed out over the Littlest things. So I apologize if I ever get caught up in uptight energy.
I'm trying not to jump to conclusions about you, because you keep proving me wrong.
My heart is tired. I can feel it.
Lola.
