The irony is killing me.

I don't know that our friendship will ever stop being hard work, but somewhere back there, I decided it was worth it.

The little things you forget, kill me.

I think you are my real best friend. This seemed a little weird at first, but of course it makes sense. We've been through and worked through so, so much. I think ours is actually one of the most open friendships I have, it has had to be. You are the one who notices me sitting alone with my head in my hands, you are the one who texts me when I'm sick, the list goes on. Basically, you are the one who remembers to give a damn out of the people I actually see day to day, and I hope that that's a two way thing.
But it's funny, I never ever thought we'd even get back to where we were before, let alone closer, more secure friends. And I never thought I'd be questioning the things I am questioning right now...

I never thought I'd be this person.

there are songs I still cannot listen to

I don’t love you I'm just passing the time, you could love me if I knew how to lie...
But who could love me? I am out of my mind...
Throwing a line out to sea to see if I can catch a dream...