You told me you hated how out of all of your friend group you were the only one without a partner, about how uncomfortable you felt when the couple would make you feel like you were intruding, when they start touching and being intimate in front of you
And now you do it to me, and you donāt care even when I told you it was uncomfortable
We went to seeing each other nearly almost every day; youād come into class just to see me, I come into class even when I donāt have to just to see you
Just so that all of a sudden the stupid boy of your dreams gives you what you want, and suddenly Iāve lost all purpose and worth
You donāt need me to come over to your house to do homework, you have him for that now
You donāt need to see me nearly as much, you donāt text back when youāre with him, you disregard my feelings in every sense and I fucking hate you right now
I get it, youāre infatuated, youāre in love
But youāre such a fucking hypocrite too
You said youād never be the type of friend to ditch their friends once they got a boyfriend, and look at you now
You check up on me like youāre doing fucking homework,
You take no interest in me, you ask me no questions, you only want to talk about that stupid rat face boy you have
And I donāt even hate him, not at all actually
I detest you
Your hypocrisy and your lie
I guess itās my fault for thinking things wouldnāt change
But Iām standing alone right now and I feel awful and you donāt know or care
I fucking hate you and I wish I could scream in your face about how bad youāve made me feel, how abandoned I felt
How abandoned I feel to know that one day, with the flip of a switch, I lost access to you, your time, your affections, your attention
You say you still care for me but I seriously doubt it
I feel like just your stupid friend to make you laugh
Arenāt I just that to everyone? Some stupid energetic girl who talks too much and makes lots of jokes and sheāll make you laugh but when Iām crying or upset and silent nobody wants to extend the courtesy; nobody wants to speak, nobody wants to check up on me
Its in moments like these where I imagine myself going to the sixth floor of the uni building, and flinging myself off until I hit the ground below with a splat
I imagine people feeling sympathy for me,
I imagine friends stroking my hair and giving me hugs while I cry,
I imagine having to go to hospital just so I could have a reason to get their sympathy, to receive lots of love and āget wellā cards,
I imagine what people at my funeral would say about me, who would go? Would they regret not seeing how much I felt I was suffering?
I imagine strangers coming up to comfort me in public, I crave a pair of arms I can lean into and cry in
But nobodyās going to save you so you have to save yourself or some bullshit like that
It doesnāt matter anyway
I guess I make mountains out of molehills,
and I cry a lot about nothing
Iāve cried so much in public,
On the bus, at the park, walking downtown, walking home, during class, on the balcony, at the plaza, by the train station
Everywhwre and anywhere you can think of
I just wish I had someone to lean on, to share my burdens to
I just feel miserable













