No One Said It'd Be Easy.

I'm telling you how I feel.
And you make me sound like the bad guy.
I tell you that I feel invisible when I'm with the two of you.
And that you care more about her than me.
You deny all of it.
But can you, really?

You've got two photo albums dedicated to her on facebook.
You're statuses are often about her.
I understand that she's your best friend.
But you say I am too.
And I don't get all that glamor.

Stop fucking comparing me to Sophia.
I'm not her.
I honestly don't care about your friendship with her.
That has nothing to do with ours.

I've been sick in bed for nearly a week.
I can barely eat anything and I sleep half the day.
You never texted me once after I told you I was sick asking how I am.
You only texted me to tell me that David's throat hurt, implying that it had something to do with me.

You're not listening to me.

I can't sit here and argue about making my point if you won't listen to me.
It's like talking to a deaf person.

Not that you're reading this.
But if you ever do, I cried to sleep because of this.

And by the way, I'm doing fine. Not that you asked.