Falling behind already. Way behind it seems.
Life is just testing me these days.
No use crying or worrying about all these things though. It is what it is.
I am very good at going with things, the ebb and flow of life so to speak.
I really wish you were better at talking. Maybe the fault is my own.
Is it both of us? Maybe, you really don’t like me much. None of our other friends seem to anyways, why should you be any different?
But on the other hand, I enjoy that the quietness doesn’t seem to bother me.
I need to try and get better with talking to you. It will happen one day, right?
Mouthful 