Okay, so it's been around a month since we stopped being buds. I'm happy. He just added drama to my life. And he wasn't an awesome friend either. He told everyone my secrets, didn't trust me, pulled pranks on me, and always teased me. But then again, once I called him and started to cry. He comforted me and told me everything is going to okay. That was, I think, the only nicest thing he's done.
But now, I don't know why I still miss him. Whenever I'm outside, I want him to walk by. Whenever the phone rings, I want him to call. Whenever I check my email, I want it to say his name. Whenever I look out the window, I want him to be walking to my house. Of course, none of that is going to happen, because he hates me. Why he hates me, I don't know. It's my birthday today and he didn't bother to call, or email. JERK! I said happy birthday to him on his birthday soooooooooooooooooo many times! I even game him a present. But I took it back from him, because I don't want him to have it. He doesn't deserve it.
Even though we're not friends anymore, part of me wishes we were.
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