The worst part of losing someone is feeling them slip away. It’s knowing that they’d much rather hang out with someone else than with you, knowing that they talk trash about you behind your back, knowing that they have so many other friends while all you have is them, knowing that you’re nothing but a weight they’re carrying around, knowing that they don’t care about you the way you care about them and knowing that you’re not enough. But then again, maybe you shouldn’t have fooled yourself like that. When have you ever been?
b.d. // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #23 // never