The one thing that I want out of this world is a friend, someone to talk to.
I used to have one. Indiana.
She was the best. We would eat together, binge together, go to school together, and then one day she just left.
She stopped talking to me from that day forward. I wish i could blame it all on her, but if I’m honest, it was all my fault.
I was the one who started hanging out with other people. I was the one who wanted to act older than I was. I was the one who abandoned our friendship.
She came back six months later.
Everything was different.
We never talked. She avoided me. She sat alone.
I wish I could turn back time and erase everything, but I can’t and now I have to live with the consequences, which brings me back to the topic at hand.
I want a friend.