I'll always remember the first time we've met, we became close. You used to be a friend who I can count on, someone who I can open up to without the need of judging and doubting. Now you've become distant, I've had my times of doubt. I now become hesitant talking to you. I had to ask myself "What if? Can I? Should I? Will it be alright?". I miss those times when we talk and I never had those thoughts and be confident being myself. Now you only talk to me when you don't have anyone else, as if I'm a back up, a filler of your empty space.
Now I think... The person I met, used to be with, the one I missed. That kind, gentle person, or as I sometimes refer to as a lamb. Was that really who you are? Or were you just pretending all along?
Your mask, it looks so real.
A product of depression..
Don't ask who that fucking person is.