I started her "I'm sorry" note.
I can't send it. I can't find it in my strength to do it. She's one of my best friends, and I kept promising her I'd be there for her. I'm scared I'll break that promise. I'm scared.
Am I the one who really hates what she's become? Or am I disappointed in myself for not being there with her, when she had her first drink.
I should've been there to tell her no.
I should've been there for her.
I should've been her shoulder to cry on.
What was I out doing? I was out enjoying my other friends when I left my best friend in the dust.
She's changed. She parties, she's got a job, she gets kissed, she gets drunk.
Or maybe I've changed. Maybe I'm jealous i'm not as social as her.
Maybe I'm jealous i'm not as brave as her
She's brave. She's not scared of the concequences alcohol brings.
She's not scared of touching a boy with her most intimate part of her face
She's not scared to let go and mess up.
Why did I let her go?
Why am I so messed up?
Bravery isn't doing something that scares people, it's when you do something you know that's right.
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