Maybe we were all so wrapped up
In our own little worlds
Concerned about grades,
Concerned about parents,
Concerned about everything else
But the things that matter most:
Our friends.
Because when it comes to it,
In the end they are the ones that will support us,
But hell,
We forgot to support them.
It hurts.
We are vain little creatures,
Forgetting the best we ever had.
...
****.
I can't write.
I'm sorry.
Sasha.
I'm so ******* sorry.
...
We/I ******* up.
Don't forgive us/me.
We/I don't deserve it.
But know that we/I acknowledge ur feeling of isolation and will hopefully try to stop it.
Fly me to the moon
By frank sinatra