I miss you. I miss laughing at stupid things with you. You were a good friend.
Where did the time go? Take me back to September.
I’m tired and sad. Tired and sad.
Tired of being sad. Tired
I hang with them all the time and we do a lot of things together, but I always feel like I’m not really there. I don’t think any of my friends realize that I’m here for them 24/7 and I want to be there for them all the time. I want to be that person that they can always go to. I don’t always give the greatest advice but I’m a great listener. I like being there for people. I like trying to make them happy. I like seeing them happy. I see them as my close friends and people who are very dear to me. It makes me kind of sad because I don’t think they feel the same way about me. I’m tired of being the last to know about everything because it makes me feel like a shitty friend. I mean, honestly, you can always talk to me. My phone is always by my side, even when I sleep. I’m literally a call or a text message away. I don’t care what time of day it is. I’ll stay up and talk to you if you want me to. I won’t ever judge you. If you need me, I will be there for you.