Things That I Hate

Being An Afterthought

You’re supposed to be my best friends. So explain to me why you never invite me anywhere or want to do anything, why I have to pretty much beg to hang out. Explain to me why on a Friday night I’m sitting home alone by myself, I check Facebook and I see you and everyone else out and about enjoying your youth, without me. Without even considering me. Explain to me why the bulk of our relationships are me working to keep you happy, because that somehow makes me happy, despite the little given back to me. You probably haven’t noticed, but I care a lot about you and our relationship. The almost complete disregard you have for me really hurts.

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