Because life isn’t fair.
I was here when she wasn’t. I cared when she didn’t.
You told me you loved me. That you couldn’t live without ever speaking to me again. That you realized how awful you had been.
You’re doing it again. Picking everyone over me. Again. You used to call me your best friend. You used to call me a significant person in you life that could never replace your best friends. You used to turn to me when you were feeling down. That is until I was the cause of your suffering because you didn't want to talk to me. You used to stay up all night and all morning talking to me. We used to have fun. We used to be very-near inseparable.
I used to feel needed, wanted, like you cared.
Now I feel as worthless as that stupid b***h person who seems to have replaced me is awesome.
Despite what I did. Despite what you said.
I’m far too good insane for you.
