Another Night, Another Dream Wasted On You

I've been in a Mayday Parade mood.
It comes with being as sick as I am, I just know it.
Blech. I can hardly breathe tonight. It's almost as bad as yesterday.

The nap I took today wasn't long enough.
I wanted to sleep through the night.
But no, everyone seems to need me when I'm resting.
There are only a few people that I wouldn't have been irritated to hear from.
-Margaret
-Mr. Tingle
-Serena
-And you.

The likelihood of you trying to call or text me is very slim, and I know that.
I'm still sure I wouldn't have been mad if you woke me up for it though.

I thought about you today. For the first time in a while actually.
I know you miss me. There's signs all the time.
The funny thing is, I don't miss you.
At all.
All those times I told you I did, I was trying to salvage our friendship.
Well, I guess my lies were told in vain because it saved nothing.
It takes two people to fix a friendship and you weren't willing.
This is all your fault.
Stop staring at me like it's not.

I want everyone you know now to know that I started that.
I was the one who started to call you what they all know you by now.
I hope every time the name passes through someone's lips, you think of me saying it.
In the halls. In class. At lunch. By your locker.
Every time I wanted your attention, I screamed it.
I hope they know they aren't original.

Don't let it say goodbye.
Oh, it does.
That empty space where you should be, says goodbye.
I know it does.
What else is new.

I want to cry, but I don't know why.
I mean, I suppose I have reason to, but I don't find it worthy.
:/

I can't believe you might be pregnant.
How could this happen?
What happened to the girl I used to know?
So much happens when you don't give a damn about anyone anymore.

This is pointless.
Why do I even write in this thing anymore?
To update you who sometimes reads this, I suppose.

I need to write.
Tell me what to write about.

Goodbye.
-Kayla.