Truth.

This is really fucking hard.

(If you laugh, you're a terrible person.)

I bet you just laughed.

But anyway.

I'm not very good at dealing with this.

I've been talking with people a lot, and it seems to help.

More than I ever thought it could.

I guess you just need a few bad events to bring out the people who are truly your friends.

Me and Andrew realized that we're best friends, which is awesome.

All through my life I've only had 2 TRUE best friends.

And now I have another.

That's the highlight of my week, but the down outweighs the good.

Nothing could make me feel better now.

The only thing that could remotely feel better won't happen until April 22nd, or later.

I'll just have to wait until then...

Poetry helps. I'll be writing depressing poems more and more.. it helps get rid of emotions.

I understand what's going on. I know this is hard. It's hard for me.

But I just can't get my head around the fact that we can't talk.

I'd like some indirect comments about my poem, by the way.

P.S. I still love her. With all my heart.