tired, tired, tired!
I wish we could be friends. The way we were a long time ago; back when I’d copy you and pretend I couldn’t do it myself. I always knew the answer, but it was more fun to ask you. You’d smile and move your hand away so I could see your sheet. I wish when I hugged you, you’d hug me back. Or when I talked, you would look right into my eyes and listen to every word I said regardless of whether you wanted to hear it or not. I wish you would stop ignoring me. I wish you would decide if you’re going to be mean all the time, or nice all the time. Because I can’t keep guessing which side of you I’ll get. I want to keep trying; I want to keep trying so badly to be your friend. Usually I can brush you off, but not today. No, today is hard. Today I’m feeling tired, and sick, and vulnerable and you are the only person I want to talk to. You’re always the only one I want to talk to. Your just like me, you understand me and you know when I don’t feel like talking. I hated you last night. I hated you like I never have. For the first time I didn’t care what you were doing. I didn’t care if you called me a bitch or if I never talked to you again. Or if I never got to look at those pretty eyes of yours. But then I woke up and it wasn’t there anymore.