what happened to us we were friends that told each other everything. and got things off our chest. and we tried to recover together. and we complained about the world and depression and anxiety and self harm and panic attacks. you truly understood like no one else. and then you broke promises and you spread rumors and changed. you’re not yourself. i miss that. i miss who you used to be. i miss being in that orchestra practice room with you and isabelle, pretending to practice; hiding behind our cellos and crying and talking about everything we couldnt tell anyone else. i hate being accused that i’m giving up on you when you gave up on the rest of us.