Candy: Tastes like chicken if chicken was a candy.

I’m pretty over making the effort with you. I wish you’d still look at me the same way you used to. And we could talk the way we did.

So ya know what, I don’t want to do this much longer…It’s just hurting me knowing that we’ve drifted this far, so I don’t think I’m going to bother right  now, or any more to be honest. I barely even see you anymore.

I miss hearing your jibber jabber and talking to you and laughing at the ridiculous things you used to say to me. But now I’m lucky if I get a few words every now and again. Yeah, I guess I miss you, I guess that’s all I want to say.

Not like I can tell you this, because we barely talk anymore. So next time I feel like talking to you, I guess I’ll just need to remember that you’re not here anymore.

I realised all this laying in the grass at the scout hall with a rubbish bin on my head looking at the leaves in the wind. Til Steph jumped me. And I realised there’s more to life than you, and I have amazing friends. I’m sick of spending time that I could be off making memories laying on the ground looking up and thinking about what isn’t.

So to everyone else tonight, sorry I wasn’t myself. Shit’s been rough. And I wasn't really all that tired, more worn out, mentally and physically. And I’m not quite all the way to happy.

But I’m living for what is. And right now that’s not you. But whatever.
It’s my fault I do still love you.

PS. I didn’t take this photo. I wish.