Last night, I made it to the bar, then with everything on my mind, and I guess just sitting there drinking, I just couldn't handle it, I broke down. Ana took me home and we ate mcdonalds, because she's the best girl.
I wonder if friendships hold through, even through beef. Truth be told, I doubt it.
I feel sick, and it's not because of the drinking. I have this haunting feeling in my stomach.
I do love you, but maybe we're just not meant to be together. I don't know. I just want to see you, talk to you, figure things out, but you won't even talk to me.
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