I don't remember the last time I sat down to write anything. I can't remember the frame of mind, the emotions, the circumstances that brought me to that very moment, much like I won't remember this one - and maybe that's the magic of it. Giving in to a compulsion such as this, believing for a second that maybe the words I write down might be enough to save a life, change a heart, is important enough for me to try. After all, how many of us have stayed up late at night searching for an answer from someone else, when really, we knew it all along? Don't give up. You are worth more than you think you are. Stay strong and believe in yourself as much as I believe in y

I'd call you, but you don't pick up the phone. I'd tell you about my day, how I was feeling, all the funny things that happened- but you wouldn't listen anyway. I'd ask you to go on an adventure with me, drive until the car runs out of gas, see where life takes us and revel in who we might meet along the way - but you're doing all these things with other people. It's funny how friendships feel like breakups and in the wake there is no makeups. I wish that I could fix it. I have wracked my brain a thousand times to find an apology big enough to pair the rift that has set us apart but you don't want anything from me. Signed, the friend that use to be.