It comes back to "we used to be best friends" for me too, but you were never a good friend to me. I don't think you know how to be a good friend or what a good friend is, but I was always there. You didn't have to fight any battles alone. Do I miss you? No. Do I want you back? Absolutely not. Honestly, I don't ever want to see you again, but you know what scares me? You don't know what a good friend is. You look sick. I can see it in your face in your pictures. Your "friends" aren't going to tell you this. You're obviously struggling, but are your "friends" really helping you? Or are they just distracting you? You abandoned everyone that actually cared, and now your 1000 miles away, on drugs and suicidal and you're effectively alone. You'll die in Texas. I can feel it. And all your "friends" are going to watch it happen and they'll say how they were "just with you last night" or how they "tried to talk to you" but they don't care. You lied to, hurt, and abandoned everyone that did and now that all this is said and done I won't even get to mourn you, just like I didn't get to mourn my cat. You won't even read this because you're "worried" about me, but you won't check up because you don't know anything about being a friend.
What's a ****** without his junk?