You are on and off. Whenever I say or do something, you get annoyed. You always yell at me, but I'm just being me. You are slowing me down, but I feel like you're forcing me to be your friend. All your friends are more popular than me, so I don't appeal to you as well. I wonder why we are friends. Sometimes I don't want to be your friend and I just keep coming back. Every once in a while you laugh at my jokes and it's fun, but then you get this mean attitude. Soon you will realize that if you push me this far, I won't want to be your friend. You will miss me. I will make sure of it. I know that when you will say "Whatever, you weren't that good of a friend anyway" that you will deep down miss the times I made you laugh. You will care. You won't show it because you don't want your "popular friends" to know that you are upset. You are so demanding and you don't care what I have to say, so try to get out of here without me. I will not hold out my hand to you any longer.
