i feel like you’ve wasted the potential you once had. you had the capability of becoming much more. saying that youre a failure is pretty harsh, but wasted talent is the definition of failure in my non existent book. 

i hadnt seen you in months, so hanging out tonight was great, but the situation you put me in was terrible. i can now see why youve become the way you are. im not a parent, nor do i intend to preach, but you’ve fallen into the wrong crowd. i dont know anything about the super natural either, but aura i felt from them was just negative, unproductive, and discouraging; like there was no hope.  hanging out was comparable to being in street light records, the vibe was just off. i left myself a socially awkward enigma to the people you’ve introduced me to, and i plan on keeping it that way.

we’ve been out of school for less than a year, and now youre the complete opposite of what you were. theres a difference between changing and growing up, and you’ve changed. you were cute, had a slim figure, and when it came to female musicians at milpitas high, you were one of the best. youve now become lazy, you let yourself go, and you stopped playing the guitar. of course looks arent everything, and i love you for accepting the strange and obscure of who i am. 

youve put me through all sorts of shenanigans, made me tackle various obstacles, and yet ive held my ground. i admit that you are my first love, and they say that if you truly love someone, you’d stick around through thick and thin, no pun intended. well, im still here arent i? 

this post seems to focus on all the bad that has happened, but honestly we’ve also had a good amount of…good times? if i were to write a separate post on how you’ve melted my heart a countless number of times, or how warm you make me feel, and how i love it when you sing ‘use somebody’ by kings of leon, while you play it on the geetar; let me tell you, that post would go on for daysss…