There's nothing worse in this world than feeling forgotten, abandoned and alone. We were close you and I, but I think we both know we are falling apart. It's your fault you know, the way I am. Why I feel this way. You don't even realize it, the way you've hurt me. The way you stopped telling me things, the way you stopped saying "hi" or acknowledging me in the halls. The way you stopped talking. The way you stopped sharing. The way you stopped caring. I've been there for you more times than she has. I am not ashamed to say I'm jealous. Can't you see how much I need you? It's killing me. Psychically killing me to know that you are done with me. I've done things to myself you've told me not to do. Because of you. How hard is it to notice me?
But that's not even the worst part.
I still love you.
