Lest we forget the next move, just know that I tried to hold on to all that we thought we would be back in the 9th grade when we gave all it took just to keep our dreams alive. The thought of viewing the world from a misshapen van where the doors don’t close right was the best idea we could ever had. But this is what it’s like to say that it’s gone after a subtle removal on a cold winter’s night. Nothing is close to right. The friends that I’ve made have kept me in the dark while the objects they praise have become a second nature to their hearts. I don’t want to lie next to a bottle on New Year’s Eve passed out because I don’t know how to handle my alcohol long enough to make it through the night and into a new year with new toys and new goals hand in hand with the people that I thought could keep me up above the flames, but I’ve slipped and burned my feet. To sum it up, I don’t want to go down with the world we were warned about. I don’t want to lay with the girl who has no name. And best friends means friends forever despite all the road bumps you cross with a short fuse and a lighter held close to you. I just want you to know that I cared and still care and will forever care no matter whether you spit in my face or you pull out my hair. Sometimes, it seems like I’m not even here. I’ve started to slip away. If you thought that I’d give up so easily, then you never knew me at all.