If you don’t want to be my friend, you can just tell me.

I hate feeling ignored, and unimportant. I know I’m no one special, but I think there is something that I deserve, and that is just acknowledgement in the least. I get this body language from you, you don’t want to be around me. I hate not knowing what I did to deserve being ignored. So tell me,

what did I do?

I don’t like walking by myself. I hate seeing you speed walk past me as if you have some other purpose that does not include me. I am not included in your life, that’s your decision, but just tell me. Tell me what hurts you so much that you avoid my eyes. tell me.

Always,

me.