i thought i was doing great. Maybe it was a mask for everything. I feel like i felt Friday, shitty. I miss her. I miss the cute things we used to do and the love she had for me. I havent talked to her in a week and today or tomorrow i have to tell her I'm moving out, and i just want to cry and crawl in a fucking hole.
 
I could've just been better at communicating. I could've talked to her, my best friend, about the issues in my head. I have in turn hurt myself. my hearts broken and i have only myself to blame at this point.