proof i’m the worst person in the world: all i think of each time i go out with this new guy (who is really into me, btw) is how much i miss Scotty

i find it hard to spend 5 hours on the phone with anyone else without feeling like it was time ill-spent. there is no one on this planet that could ever help me or comfort me as much as you do & no one i will ever feel so comfortable to cry around & reveal my deepest fears to. every day i think of how i’m so glad we’re friends again & i try to tell myself that perhaps things are better this way, but i can’t ever suppress that i do very much miss the way things used to be.