meh. It’s one of those day’s that you simply can’t enjoy at all. I’m going to go buy cigarettes.
The way used to be, having you around to talk to, laugh with, vent to.
I miss those little things, how you never used to go through a day without speaking to me, how we’d promise each other things, but now all that seemed to fade, along with the person who I used to know so well.
I miss you, but it seems like your life is better without me.