Monday, June 7, 2010
I don't know what you did behind me, for me.
I don't know how much you've sacrificed for me either.
There are a lot of things I think I don't know about you.
Maybe you think I never tried, maybe you think I only treated you like a spare.
Now that things have come to this point, what else can I say?
It started because of me, & it'll end because of me.
I always get fucked up at friendships.
Probably because I was never a friend to begin with.
XOXO, S @ 1:01 AM.