Since tonight is emo-night, let's get it rolling.

Sheril, what have become of us? have you forgotten me entirely? i wonder sometimes, i truly wonder. if you have, i am sorry to say that i am not strong enough to live without you. you might think otherwise, seeing how rare we converse now and i cannot remember the last time we had a decent conversation concerning pasts and futures. but no, i am no weed, no wild grass; i am but a daisy, a fragile flower that breaks too easily and the act of your presence slowly being removed from my life. traces are begin to disappear, our footprints are being washed away, and i am helpless to stop this tide, and frankly, is our friendship even intact at this point? it is too painful. is my support system finally breaking down? what happened to banana and branches, what happened to dreams and heartbreaks, what happened to broken dreams and inspired ideas? what happened to all that?