I know that right now you’re only thinking of her and the way she looks at you. You two might have a different song that you share, a different place you go to eat, to talk. You get different feelings from her than you did of me. But that’s okay, because I would like to believe that I got to grasp the last bit of your golden era, before you turned into something so foreign. Maybe that’s just me talking silly, but whatever. From what I hear-and I don’t even talk to you anymore-you’ve changed. You can cover up how you feel all you want and act like every thing is okay even when it’s not. But, how can you love someone when you don’t even fully love yourself? I hope you’re having fun with your preppy little girl friend. She probably doesn’t even like the same music as you. She probably doesn’t understand life the way that you do. She is probably just a boring little girl-plain as the wall, duller than pavement. But go ahead, be my guest. Go… go after her. I’ll just be sitting here in my own little world, the one that you couldn’t handle.