I’m seeing my friend tomorrow. It makes me so anxious. We’ve been best friends since I was 2 and she was 1. But we’re not anymore, we’re not anything alike, ever since I moved away. And it hurts because we’ve been friends for so long and we used to be inseparable, but now we don’t even have much to talk about. And I don’t even want to see her, but I do because she’s my best friend and always will be and I don’t want to lose what we had. If we just had more time to get reaccustomed then maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. But we’ve run out of time and I’m leaving again.
I guess I just need to remember:
“Maybe it’s sad that these are now memories. And maybe it’s not sad.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
