Things don’t get better just because you want them to.
No one can be everything you want them to be.
It's weird how time can change something you thought would always stay the same.
Oh and P.S.? I am in dire need of more coffee. Industrial strength.
I can't take it anymore. The waiting. The wanting. Something inside me snaps. I hate myself. I hate that I have to deal with this. I hate my life. And I hate how I can't count on anyone to be completely there when I need them, exactly the way I need them to be.
That's the cool thing about having a best friend. They know what your pain feels like already, so you don't have to explain it.