What am I suppose to do now? I don’t know why you did it. I wanted to hang out and stuff. But I just was sick and I couldn’t make it. My health has to come first sometimes. I wish I did come over that night and help you. I just wanted you to tell me how you feel. I don’t want to feel.
I feel angry and depressed. I feel like you used me as your emotional clutch. And when I couldn’t be there for you, you couldn’t handle it. And I am sorry I couldn’t be who you wanted. Or who you needed. I just hope now your happy.
You were my best friend and the first person in a while that I could talk to about stuff. And I felt comfortable enough with you.
I just wish I could understand why you did it. I just wanted you to be happy but not like this. Never like this.