is really hard. especially when you can’t be there for them, physically.
i mean, i’m glad you found someone to be there for you, though. i’m glad he was so kind to you, when you expected him not to be. i’m glad you’re not alone, like you felt you were. i’m so glad you have friends over there, but i can’t help but feel helpless when you say things like that. i can’t help but feel left out and useless when you don’t fill me in, even though i was the one who asked you to. i can’t help but feel like i’m just a bad friend when you don’t even reply to me now.
it’s hard, being 1,000 miles from you, especially in times like these, and i try my hardest, but sometimes i know that just isn’t enough.
life hurts.
