Dear blogger,

Who the hell do you think you are? And I was thinking about being a good friend. Yeah, I cared about you. A whole lot actually. And every single time I spend so much time and effort on a friendship, it gets crushed. The worst part? I don't even get an explanation. All that happens is that I have to somehow find out later on. When it's too late. Now I have to face you every day and know that in your mind, I'm no longer worth half as much as I used to. I thought we had something. Something magical.
Instead, I just let my emotions get the best of me, and I was disappointed in the end. There are just so many assholes in this world, and I don't even know why I bother wasting my time. ASDKJAHFRAFKLJSDFNDSKJSDOIE. Honestly, I thought more of you.
Two weeks ago, everything was going so smoothly. I thought we would be great friends until the end, and that you would help me get through rough times. Times like these. I recently had to make some hard decisions, and as much as I don't want to move, I still want to leave this place. I want to start over. When you do something like this, it makes me doubt even more. Why do people have to be so confusing? I come into school one day, and you look like something is bothering you. I ask you what's wrong and you reply by saying "nothing." Next day, you act as if I don't exist and leave. Same trend continues for a week while you are still pretending like we don't know each other. Yesterday, you look through me as if I am invisible. My side of the story: starting the first day, I worried me so much, so I decide to call you after school. You answer and no one talks. We're both just waiting for an excuse to hang up. At this point, I already know what I want to say, but the words can't form. The next day, I want to talk to you, but I find no opportunity to. Same trend for the next couple of days. By now, I already know exactly what I want to tell you, but it's so hard to talk to some body who doesn't even give a damn about what you think. I keep putting it off, and now, I don't know if I'll ever get a chance to tell you that;
"I don't think this is the most appropriate time to talk, but it's probably one of the only times to do so. I know it's probably already too late to say this, but I don't care. All I have to do is say it out loud so I'll have no regrets. There's been a lot going on these couple of weeks, and I know that more than anything since I had to make a lot of tough decisions. It makes things so much harder when I know that there's something going with you. I don't know you very well, but I know you well enough to see that there's something bothering you. You can't tell me not to be concerned because that's just who I am, and what I do. You are already more than aware that all I ever what to try and do is be a good friend. I live for others, that's what I do. If you don't want to do any more about this relationship, that's your choice and I can't do anything about it. I've already done everything I possibly could. but now it's up to you. I guess your response to this will determine the state of our friendship."