You say that we’re best friends. You say that you need me. But best friends… what does that really mean to you? It seems as if the older we get and the longer we’re friends (what is it, 6 years now?) the less important it is to you how I feel or what’s going on in my life.
You want the truth? You frustrate the hell out of me. So much so that I can barely talk to you at times. Being gone all summer, not hanging out, not talking as much… you’d think I’d actually miss my “best friend.” But then we text and within a few minutes you’ve already pissed me off.
You don’t talk to me to hear about how I’m doing. You don’t ask how it feels for me to be away from home, from my friends, from my boyfriend all summer. You don’t wonder what I’m thinking or feeling or pondering in my own life.
“Best Friend” to you means someone you can tell all YOUR stuff to. Someone you can complain about your life to. Someone who will help sort out the mess of your life that you’re creating. You use me as an outlet for your stress, your confusion, your thoughts. But it’s as if, in your mind, I don’t even have any of that.
Maybe I’m being a bitch. Maybe I’m being selfish. Maybe as your “best friend” it is my job to let you vent and listen to you and help you figure things out. And I would have NO problem doing any of that. Because that IS what best friends do. But it’s hard to have a one sided relationship. It’s hard to take time out of my life to be a part of yours when you could care less what’s going on with me.
I’m sure you wonder why I’m distant. I’m sure you think I’m a bad friend for not calling or texting more. But really? REALLY?! You’re surprised? How could anyone want to maintain a friendship, much less a BEST friendship, when you only care about yourself?
Sorry, but maybe it’s time to consider the fact that we might not be “best friends” anymore.