Ever since you moved away from your home, your friendship with [——-] became strained, no matter how much you called or spoke… she’s give you these brief and uninterested answers or she’d say she was busy, though you can come over to her, you feel this poisonous ache growing in your chest… what if your presence is unwanted?…

Here you are, pathetically laying in bed, it’s never been this bad… Hoping that today you’ll get a chance to see her only to be rejected yet again, you’re such a burden aren’t you? Not even [——-] wants to deal with you… it’s hopeless honestly.

To think that what you had was real, to cling onto that delusion that she’ll turn your way and smile.

How hopeless and pathetic you feel waiting for someone who won’t look your way even if you were on the edge