We aren't friends anymore and here's really why. There was a boy and I loved him so much. He was the only one that I felt I had ever truly loved. I had him. I was on top of the fucking world. He was mine. But you were sad and I knew that you having him would make you better, so I let you have him. I didn't think that I really even cared that much until i became extremely depressed and I would tell you about it and you knew the reason why and you didn't care. You only cared that you were happy. And there is the difference. There is why I deserve the world but somehow don't have it. And there is why you have the world but don't deserve it. It's crazy how this works but somehow it does.