as hard as a pill it is to swallow. sometimes you just grow out of friendhips or lose them or somethings just wilt away. nothing is easy about losing a friend in any circumstance. it genuinely never gets easier or better but somehow i have to continue living and growing. and youll meet new people and lose some more and it will keep coming and going like spring every year. but the strawberries grow every summer. i guess thats what life is about. its about fruit. its about nothing.
my mother would never approve of the life ive made for myself but i do i finally do and i will find a family of friends who will love me so well ill forget all my tears that led me their way. i hope i never forget the pain and sorrow it took to get here, because without it i wouldnt be able to stand here today and say i have outgrown my best friend and survived to see another day. so maybe it will all be okay but for now ill crawl into bed and wish i could sleep all the pain away.
some friends fade like a strawberry kiss,
soft in the spring, gone with the mist.
they danced through rain, then disappeared;
like youth, like dreams, like all we feared.
not all that leaves was meant to stay
some love just melts, then slips away.
Lesbihonest 
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