childish predicaments
although i've come to accept that i am not cool to be one of your friends, i can't help but feel hurt about the sudden silence.
maybe i did something wrong, maybe i hurt you in a way i didn't know.
but something is looming in my mind years ago, and that's maybe i'm not popular enough to be seen with you. i don't know, it's childish, but there might be some truth to it.
it makes me sad. i should block you on instagram. seeing you not make time for me when i consistently try to just hurts me to the core. you should have just stabbed me.