Part if me, Kenz.
Part of me misses you, the other part just hates you as much as the last time we spoke. I've cried out my tears and said my prayers for you. I think it's time to move on. I graduate in January, and I'll be leaving for collage. I wish you could be there. And it hurts. I don't know who you have become. It's almost be a year. I still can't get myself to drive on your side of town. I don't know if you remember where I live, or even the sound of my voice at this point. I couldn't say I remember yours anymore. I miss the phone calls everyday. Miss the texts. The all nighters. What I think I miss the most is the laughs. The way life seemed perfect as long as we had each other. I don't know what happened. I hope you know I'm sorry. I'm not really sure for what, I guess what I said in rage. What happened between us. I know I'm probably always going to miss you, I just hope I find someone to heal the wounds I'm still suffering from. A lot has changed since we've talked. I can't believe how much has changed actually, it's scary. Anyways, I promised myself that this was it. I can't do this anymore. It's not heathy, and it's the last thing I need to change before I have completely transitioned. I have to let go of you. At least my words will still be posted for years to come. At least maybe someday, the messages will be recived. I'm not going to forget the last time I saw you. It was rushed, I smiled and said goodbye. That was it, this is it. Thanks for being there for almost half my life. Now I have to live the rest of it. The bitter tears Drowning my face right now, I pray to god will be the last over you. Life goes on? If you ever want to feel close to home, vist the place we hung last, the last place with great memories. You use it as a profile picture. I left our things there. That was the first steps to my healing. I have given up with this, you won't hear my pleas, you won't accept me. I'm okay, just know that. I'll always be okay, and no matter what happeneds to me. It's wasn't your fault. Dont let anyone tell you otherwise. Sometimes you have to do what. You can to get rid of what you can't. I was wrong, you werent hiding behind the skin of someone i love, you changed behind the skin of someone i loved. There is nothing we can do. No more words to be spoken.