I don't know why the feeling still haunts me. I thought I would be fine this year, new best friends some lost never forgotten. I try to be strong a new piece of paper, a new year. But as this year plays out, it seems worse, new people, changed friends. new friends thought to be better than old ones. names being called my past back to haunt me. lost loves and the thought of putting myself through that pain again .please let it all be a horrible dream. I will not do it again. don't hate me I'm only a girl with a heart made of glass, your words like stones being thrown at a glass window give me a chance , I can be a good friend
