Old friends=good old times

Yeah. Love it. i had an old friend stop by. we watched a movie with my sister and talked. Why is it that man can be the best, and the worst listeners? My old friend, though, was an excellent listener. We talked about B mostly, and his ex as well. she kicked in the doors of his BMW. eeek. I told him that the way i feel is that im allowed to get over him and move on, but he isnt. it makes me jealous... or something. He smiled. touched my shoulder. as small as it seemed, it was so reasuring. like he understood. like somebody in this fucked up world understood. and it felt so good. so damn good that someone else other than B was there to listen. B always listened...
and now it seems, as things progress, i just listen to myself.

I miss M... seems like its been a while, even though it hasnt.
I cant wait for school to start again, more time with Bec and D.