why does everyone come to me with their problems? is it because i come off stable, like i have it all together, and wise, and could possibly offer some good advice? or do i come off like a complete hot mess, and everyone can figure she's probably been there before?
i'm the kind of person who can get so invested in other people's lives that i put my own on the back shelf. i can care more about how my friends are doing than how i am doing. i can help everybody i know with their problems, when all i want to do is scream.
ignorance is bliss and i don't know if it's my place to fill her in on the one thing that can really, really crush her. she is my best friend and i don't want this to happen to her. i want her to know tha tshe is better than this boy. and the last one, and the last one. and this isn't fair. at all. she doesn't deserve it.
i miss summer nights, that eventually turned into mornings, that turned into hazy afternoons, where all we needed the whole time were each other's arms.