I got home last night at 4 in the morning.
She asked me about it earlier, but I refused to tell her. I played it off, turned my back and pretended to sleep. Knowing her, she noticed, but was probably too tired to care. I'm kind of glad I didn't tell her, considering how the night ended. But at the same time, I wish I had someone I could turn to when things went wrong. Part of that is my doing; I'm always fucking stuck behind this wall. Just wish I had someone to talk to and keep me company. Just wish I could talk to her again, cause I don't necessarily feel like I have a best friend anymore. To me, she is; but I don't think she feels the same about me. It's like she's outgrown me, or like I'm just not on the same level as her anymore. Even worse yet, I feel as if I've been replaced. I'm tired of putting all of my effort into something that doesn't reciprocate that same effort back.
I don't like this. I really don't.
mkp.
