Is it better? With the people that we used to make fun of together, content with our cartoons and just acting like kids? Are you happier, leaving me behind, after pushing me into a mold, stripping me of my confidence, my passion, my pride? You made me into someone I hate, into someone bland and submissive, someone who you up and left the minute you could. Who would've known that three years could fall away just like that. I miss you, and I love you.
