It's Friday. I'm 22. No real friends, only 1, my dog. I'm a tad lonely.
My best friend died 4 years ago, and I use to cry all the time, but I feel nothing. I have this "O well" don't really care bad attitude going on, and it comes and goes. I don't really sleep, I wake up in panic mode.
Currently listening to Perfect by Ed Sheeran. Which makes me think of her, because to everyone else she might've not been perfect but she was perfect to me. And that's all that mattered. I miss her with all my heart. She made me whole, and when she died, I did too. I can't wait to see her again. To me, she was home. And I never got to say goodbye, I feel extremely guilty for that.
I just want her to be alive with me. I want her to live life with me, but she can't. I don't want a boyfriend, I don't want a companion, I want someone to understand me.
Lol I'm alone, and falling to pieces. "O well"