Always alone

So let me tell you why it bothers me so much.

Almost every time I have needed a hug or just for you to be there or listen to me rant on about something, it has always been wrought with you almost always giving me excuses of why you can’t be there or sometimes you don’t even bother to give a reason. And in all those times I have found you with other people, I have observed that with the smallest thing whenever someone else calls on you, you drop everything to go be there for them. But when it comes to me, you can’t exactly be bothered.

Sadly, I always accept this and just wait around for when you decide to pay me a little mind. In the end I’m used to always being alone anyways.