You embarassed me today by not showing up. You even had the nerve to neglect to give me any sort of excuse. I know you got my messages, and yet you said nothing. Who does that to a friend? If nothing else, we are certainly friends, even you cannot deny that (much as you might like to).
The day will come when I stop forgiving you so lightly. It may be coming sooner than you think if you keep up like this. One day I will reach a breaking point, and what will you do then? Shrug it off and let me go? That's probably what would be easiest; you tend to go for the easiest path. Sometimes I hate how you are so damn predictable.
You are slowly eating away at my faith in you. And my friends, well. They despise you; why should I try to convince them otherwise? It gets to be tiring. I cannot keep running in circles. I have been doing so for at least a year now, and honestly? I'm bored with this monotonous scenery.
My parents have not said much of anything. I suspect they are holding it all in to spare my feelings. They do not know that you have conditioned me for disappointment. I can handle it, but they don't deserve this crap. This whole thing is no longer about you-- it is about them. And what I think you don't realize is that you're making it worse for yourself the longer you wait. They do not take well to being screwed with.
You will not get this, you never do. Maybe you will see it in my eyes, if we ever see each other any time soon. Maybe by then you will be armed and ready with an excuse. As always, I'll be waiting.
(This time, though, you won't catch me apologizing.)
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