the one that got away.

I’m starting to like things this way. I haven’t talked to this person in days and I don’t mind one bit.

At this point, I have no problem with ending things for good. Honestly, I don’t even care anymore.

I’m all for meeting new people or whatever. But now you’ve started being selfish and forgetting who your best friend is.

But now I have my friends at school, and you hate that I’ve stopped making your issues with them my own. I can be selfish too, you know.

My grandparents are watching one of his movies in the living room and omg. Disgusting.

Maybe it’s the fact that we’re all in our senior year, or maybe it’s that I don’t have to make anyone else’s personal issues my own anymore. Either way, I’m really starting to feel like I have a core group of friends in my class. I’ve always had one best friend. But now I’m becoming close again with one who I had a huge fight with last year. And the other one has always been my friend. But I was never actually close to all of them until this year.

Today we all sat around talking about college, tattoos, and our pasts. Three of us have dealt with cutting, so we talked about how we got away from that. And for the first time in awhile, I felt like I actually belonged somewhere.