Thursday, May 19, 2011 @ 1:50 PM

I find it funny when people bring up old memories and give me small hints that they miss me when they're the ones that left first. Kicked me to the curb, and left me all alone to struggle by myself. They walked, no, they ran out of my life. They seemed so eager to get away from me. I was always the one that wanted to fix things and if it weren't for their stubborn attitude, things could have worked out. I always knew in the back of my head that they'd come back but when it actually happened, I realized that I don't want nor need them in my life. Too many things have changed, permanently. The space that seemed impossible to fill is now mended and they've become an addition to the list of people I no longer care about.