


I had one friend.
One. Freaking. Friend.
Best friend.
9 years.
Then I got sick.
I needed you the most.
You started ditching me more and more.
I see it now.
Crystal clear.
Your sister was more supportive than you.
I told myself you’ll come around because we’ll always be best friends.
You didn’t.
Your boyfriend and “cool” friends are more important these days.
Fuck you.
Having no friends is better than having a pretend one.

