its hard knowing that she doesn't know anything about her anymore, how she finds out stuff about her by other people that don't have anything to do with this. She feels like a total stranger, like its not the girl she knew and loved. But it is her. But at the same time she is not. And it hurts. It does. They barely talk anymore. Why is it to do now? save their friendship? how? when they are so apart? She had just found a letter that said TO NOT FORGET HER. She hadn't forgotten her. She couldn't, never. She wasnt the one who forgot. It was her.

Pathetic. Lying in the bathroom floor, door closed lights off. Crying her eyes out about someone she really cares about but that someone doesn't really anymore. That someone doesn't realize the pain she'sputting her through, how she's tearing into pieces slowly. It hurts because that someone just acts like everything's ok and its not. can't she see how her actions destroy the person who once had the pride og being called here best friend? how can she not know taht she spends a lot of time in the bathroom crying because of her? And now she's lyinng on the bathroom florr, door closed lights off trying to figure out why and if its really worth it because she knows everything is different and that she would probably never be able to call herself her best friend. But she hopes.
Oh, she hopes.