A letter to someone i’m losing.
Do you ￼remember 7th grade, when we first started hanging out, and we would play minecraft and try to team up with people in bed wars? That never really worked. I miss that, so much. Being with you was my safe place, we never had a picture perfect friendship but I was never scared. I was such a change from back home, I was never ready to let that feeling go, I’m not ready to let you go. Maybe I should have given you more space back then, maybe I shouldn’t trust so easily, maybe it’s time I stopped trying because I know you already have.
Us playing bedwars is a good analogy for our friendship though, me throwing you all my gold and iron and you never doing the same. Instead you take my gold and iron and buy a bomb to blow up in my face. Expect its not a bomb because it’s started with the little things. First you stopped calling, then you stopped texting unless you needed me, then you stopped answering my snapchat’s. You snap back with a picture of your shoulder when I am crying and when I send you something funny.
I have become second best. But that’s okay as long as your happy.
(this was kinda just a rant and it’s bad bc i didn’t proofread it and i had a lot more to say but imma go cry instead of finishing it.)