When You Don't Know Where You've Been

Okay. I know I just got done posting, but then I read something that caught my eye, and made me quite upset. One of my, who I thought, was my best friend, posted a blog about everyone who makes her complete. I thought she was my best friend, and I, hers, but I guess that people move on, and people forget people, and people don't realize that they hurt people.

If that friend is reading this, I'm sorry that I'm not good enough to be one of those people who make you complete. But, just know, you've always been on my mind, and when I mention people who are my best friends, I always think about you, but I don't put you....because you're not there for me that often. How often, since "the incident" have you randomly texted me from Yahoo! to tell me hi? How often do I even cross your mind? Obviously not often enough.

I know that I'm probably being extremely childish about this, but honestly, did I make an impact on your life....AT ALL!? I'm done dealing with people who think that I'm not important. I'm sick and tired of pretending that I don't notice. Because I do, and I'm not willing to go through it anymore. I'm fucking done with you.

Thanks a whole fucking lot,
    Delilah or Jessica ☺♪♫☻