…feel bad, when you message me?
You only ask me for rides. You only ask to hang out with me so you can bitch about your husband, your family, your anger at school, your ‘friends’ who never contact you.
Do you ever think about contacting anyone else, besides me?
Is it because you know I feel bad for you? Because I do fee bad for you. You’re married, have a kid, no secondary education. You’re a failure in my mind. You have nothing to show for the ambition you had in high school. You were going places. But you settled. You shouldn’t have. And I hate hanging out with you because of it. You lost the spark of the person I was friends with in high school. You lost the desire to do anything, to write, to sing, to act, to get out of your house. Now you work a job, under the table, take care of the child that your husband could care less about. You have two children, not one. And I feel bad for you. But I have no idea how to tell you. I have no idea what to do about you. So I try to hang out with you, when I can.
But I have dreams, and I’m not going to let anyone, not even you, let them falter.
I will not be like you.