for some reason whenever something happens or goes wrong. you’re the first person i need to talk to. like when i passed out i was literally on the floor crying and all i wanted to do was ft you or when i had that panic attack i ft you and it went away and last night i had a breakdown n all i really wanted was to talk to you. i didn’t which i’m glad. i don’t get the privilege of speaking to you anymore. i’ve noticed i’ve made progress of moving on from you. i no longer look at the time and think 5 hours behind. before when i’d smoke i would think about you and that isn’t the case anymore. i no longer need you and if i’m honest i never did. you needed me. when i think of you i no longer think of the pain you caused i think of the good memories. you really did make me the happiest i’ve ever been and the saddest.