What I Really Wanted to Ask Was...

How could you say you care if you never ask how my day was?

How coud you say you care if you never ask to hang out with me?

Why am I always the one to initiate the conversations?

Why am I always the one to initiate making plans?

Who gave you the audacity to just cast me aside like an old, moldy piece of food that no one wants anymore?

I’m so sick of this one-sided friendship.

The first three years of being friends with you were great.

However, you became a real bitch once we got to high school.

I wish there was a way to miss all the fun times we shared, but not miss you.