The ones I wan to talk to always go away at the worst times. The times i need to talk. Want to talk. I need my friends. I need the happiness they bring me just be looking at them and laughing.
Confession 33 I'm not talking to myself, I'm talking to my best friend who passed away because he asked me to talk to him everyday in his suicide note.
Confession 19 My mother is always talking about my skin problems and how I might just one day fall apart, little does she know, I'm crumbling down on the inside too. (fav for more)
I was just thinking how weird it would be if all my friends met one another: Half would hate that i brought other people with me and the other half would be having a great time. All would forget i was there when they start talking about me because they have so much in common. I like friends that are nice and smart so that probably the problem..