You haven't talked to me in a week. Oh I'm so good at burning bridges.

My thoughts keep wandering, they won't sit still. Come calm them please. Drug me up, let me forget. Please let me forget it all. Forget the sadness and the pain, the confusion and discomfort, but most of all, they good times, cause I don't deserve that. Neither do you, but who am I to say that?

I just sit here and write, because it's all I know to do. It doesn't even make sense to me, much less to you. I can't explain it, the words just keep coming and I thank God for that. An escape was given to me. An escape from life. I lose myself in these pages. They are all that matters to me now. These pages with these words are who I am. My deepest thoughts and irrational fears that make no sense at all. This pen hurts my fingers, but I can't put it down, my thoughts won't let me stop writing. Writing about you and me, and what we lost, even though it might have been nothing at all. Even with a button missing, you can still wear the shirt. You are the missing button, but it makes no difference.

You talk like you know me, when you haven't seen how I've changed yet. You think you know who I am, but I proved you wrong. I used to want to be your friend, but you're someone I just don't get. Blame it on me for how we don't get along.

I'll keep this all a secret from you. I won't tell, if you won't ask.