It's the end of the world as I know it...
I hate irony, I hate what it stands for, I hate the concept of it, and most of all I hate the way it always harms me. After a long fight with the phone and random excuses I finally got to talk to a person that regardless of all the anger, dissapointment, and fights has always been in my mind haunting me wherever I go. I called tonight and I was finally able to get through..."LUISA!!!!" haha..whatever happened to hello? We were finally together, had a good talk and laughed all the way through. Then the news came, this is his last weekend in Miami, he's heading to New York, what?! I'm still shocked by the news, I can barely type I'm mad/proud/depressed. Even if we had our little "breaks" just the thought of him being in Miami made me feel that we would unite no matter what, but now it seems this is the end :( I'm going to go visit him tomorrow and at night we might go to some club, I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow, or what will be of me without him around. I'm being too dramatic and it pisses me off, but it's the way I feel, he's been a really close friend of mine for a long time and for a long time he's been the hardest thing to ever let go. I wish him the best nonetheless, and I hope New York turns out to be absolutely awesome. All I want is for tomorrow to be unforgettable, that no matter what he'll always be the perfect guy. This entry is to you my friend, I love you to death and I wish you the best!