Happiness is only a tear drop away.

After all these months of loving and hating and missing the guy I had fallen hardest for I believe it's safe to say that I am finally free. He's not my best friend anymore. He never really was I guess. A best friend doesn't make you want to commit suicide or hurt and use you. A best friend helps fix you when you're broken, make you laugh when you feel like crying, knows you like the back of your hand. He was never any of that. He never will be either. I Feel better knowing that it's finally over. It's been a long and terrible eight months. My puppet strings are finally gone and I'm proud to say that I am almost happy again. New year, new me. I'm definitely hoping for the best :)