What actually happens: Old people and suburban moms look at me like I need Jesus.

*period is late*: shit i'm pregnant i'm the next virgin mary

I just would like to say that I miss you. But I can never tell this to you, because it seems we have grown worlds apart and don’t talk to each other anymore. I miss the special times we had. I miss being there to help guide you in your endeavors through love, family issues, or anything else going wrong in your life. But now it seems like I’m nothing more than a spectator in your life. Watching everything go down while wishing to help and be there for you. I suppose your new friends fill that role now. I just want it to go back to how it once was where we were best friends and nothing could change that. But I guess this is the end dear friend. So farewell goodbye. PS. If your ever looking for someone just to listen, you’ll know where to find me.

Lofoten, Norway