Missing you.

The first couple of days, I was fine. I seriously was, I only cried on Saturday. But as time goes on, it gets harder and harder at night, when I wish you were online so I can entertain me and when my phone rings I wish its either a text/call from you. It ain't happening. I woke up at 11. I've never done that, only because I couldn't sleep at night, every time I closed my eyes all I would think about is you. I wonder how you're doing. I wish I can get a morning call from you to wake me up too. I miss those, when I would get so mad at you. I miss your bipolar times. I miss complaining to you about everything. I miss watching you play bball for hours. I miss eating a lot of food with you. I miss you carrying my purse for me, opening the door and feeding me. I miss trashing up your car. I miss making you wait for me to get ready. I miss your voice. I miss your stupid jokes. I miss you calling me names. I miss fighting with you. I miss racing you to your car. I miss you talking about the most stupidest shit ever and making me watch the news. I miss everything.

I just wanna cry, but then I get heartaches. I love your friends, they check up on me all the time and I heard you didn't even ask them to. That means a lot.

Its funny how you were once a stranger to me, now you mean to the world.