You met a girl. You really like her. A whole lot. That doesn't mean I should be left behind after I've been described as your best and closest friend.
She doesn't even know you have one. You've forgotten everything but her.
After much thinking, I've decided. The process has begun. You won't know about it until it happens, of course. I will just continue to slip away until I am gone because you truthfully don't really want me here. You don't care. You just hope I'll sort of hang on.
And that's fine, it's just that I have other plans for me that include loving people that love me back.
You won't be able to read this entry; I've removed it from your reader along with several other things you've bookmarked to find me.
It was a good run. I suppose I'm just not meant for long lasting friendships of any kind. I'll learn to be okay with that. I'll miss you, but I can't afford to invest when you don't want to be here.
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