Just something I wrote...

[Moving On]

I wrote this last night when I was a little annoyed with my best friend...


Exactly how much do you love me? Apparently it's more that I love you...I never believed that, and I believe it even less now. I thought we didn't keep secrets? Told each other everything? Obviously not. I found out off him...The boy I hate. You know, the one that hurt you and made you upset. Yeh, that's right, him. The one where I was the girl that helped you through all that ****, and picked you back up again. And now you're going on a lovely day out with him. How nice is that? Hope you enjoy it! =] but when exactly were you planning on telling me? When you got home and wanted to tell someone how fun it was? Or were you not gonna tell me? I'd of found out sooner or later though, wouldnt I. I always do. I work out all the little lies, and when you haven't told me. Because I know you too well - even after only knowing you a year. Maybe if you had told me, my knuckle wouldn't be light purple, and my knee would not be stinging.

Neither of us would be crying.
Neither of us would be in pain.

Your actions have had so many consequences.