Friends that I thought I would never leave, left. This is why I don’t spill my guts to anyone anymore, because when they leave, they leave with a piece of you that you’ll never get back and that fucking kills me. People leave. They always leave.
parts of me
How do you feel good about yourself when you can’t even remember the last time you were actually happy.
My group of friends are rad, but sometimes I feel like I’m not actually apart of the group.