I thought you were my best friend. I know your father just died and I call you. I cry for you and then I make one mistake. I make one mistake and forget to ask you again if you’re okay. Then you tell me that I don’t care and that you know where my priorities lie. That you’ve been done with me and been wanting to say goodbye for awhile. Yet, tell me when you’ve asked me how I was feeling? If I was okay. You never do. You never even notice anything going on. Then you tell me you don’t know because I don’t tell you things. Well I don’t say them because I didn’t want to put anymore stress on you but aren’t best friends suppose to have some what of a clue that their friend isn’t okay? But no. During the end of senior year I stopped coming to school and lost contact with almost everyone. I laid in bed day in and day out wanting to die but all you cared about is if I was coming to prom. I went to prom with you. I held back all the tears inside just to pretend I was okay. Little did you know I was withdrawing off drugs and so depressed. You knew that I just lost someone close but all you cared about was prom. I’d never hold that against you though. Then one day when I forget to ask you if you’re okay you flip out and want to tell me goodbye. That I’m the one who never cared and still I apologize to you because I know what you’re going through and I’m the one who doesn’t care?