it brings on many changes

Today, my oldest friend literally told me "I'm giving up on you." I wanted to laugh at her. Yes, it's the thing to do. Anyone with any sense does eventually. And I give up too. I'm going to be twenty seven on Sunday. I'm so superstitious about wishes, and I've always wished for the same thing for the last two years: birthday candles, wishbones, stray eyelashes. I take them so seriously. I never tell, because then it won't come true, you know?  But I have nothing left, and there's nothing more dangerous than a girl with nothing to lose. I'm going to post it here because now I see it's so stupid, pathetic, and so, so childish, and I want to remember. Don't let it be the last time. Don't let it be the last time. Don't let it be the last time.