this is to a boy who got into my head with all the fucked up things i did..

[sunday_x_drive]

here's a picture. take it in. really take it in. because you'll never see it again.



the night that picture was taken kurt got his first kiss. i can remember it perfectly. i know the exact date. everything. the movie we watched, where we watched it, where we sat, who was there, everything. the picture meant something to me then. but it means nothing to me now. the friendship that used to mean SO much to me, means little to nothing to me now. we were both at fault. i broke his heart & he broke mine. i guess it's a fair trade. we've been through a lot. i don't regret anything though. i don't regret cheating on my boyfriend for him. i don't regret falling for a best friend even though i swore i never would. but i guess these things happen. i don't really want to elaborate on "these things," since, those who know.. know, & those who don't.. don't.

make out kids never had a chance to be best friends. i think they got it wrong. i think it should say: best friends never had a chance to be make out kids.

i guess i needed to write this to let go. to let go of the friendship & everything that came along with it. so i guess this is the ending, or a beautiful mistake.