To Be Loved.

I am not in love, this is not my heart. I'm not going to waste these words about a girl.

Isn't it funny how you can spend time with someone and grow to love them? Yet, when they're taken from you, you just get used to them not being there.

I don't miss anyone. I guess that makes me a bad friend. Friends are meant to want you back when they're not with them. I used to be like that, but give it a few days and I couldn't really care less weither they're coming back or not.

After a while I start to hate people, for reasons unknown. It doesn't help when other people ask about where they are or what they're doing, I don't need reminded. I don't want to remember.

Because in reality, they're all so much happier than I am and I've slipped their mind. We are not best friends anymore.