Made up stories....

I must admit this is the best way of letting it all out. Turning everything into a massive exaggerated story, adding bits and pieces just to make me feel like i have something to feel shit about! But tonight it just won’t cut it, i just want my friend back, i just want things back to how they were.
Maybe i should change, maybe i am the one with the problem, in fact forget the maybe - i am the one with the problem.
Mum says i trust to many people and tell people to much - true
My sister says to get over it; it will all be forgotten in a week.
Dad just sits quietly as i have one of my moments.
Nobody seems to know what i should do, maybe just curl up in a ball and sleep forever, that could work for me and for everyone else probably.

Hmmm would miss my boy to much though. Damn him for being so good for me. Don’t no how i could ever want anyone else.
URGEEE!!! The problems.