I don't know where I'm headed.

I’m so sick of you acting like your my bro, but when your friends come around, I’m just your awkward fat neighbor girl who you don’t talk to. Do you not remember the many, many nights I stayed up until midnight to study with you, for what you needed help with and not me? Well I do. I remember us goofing off and making fools of ourselves; I remember thinking you were my best friend, but now I know the truth. I now know that you don’t give a shit and that you will never understand the hell that you put me though. So let’s just head off to highschool in the fall and pretend that I don’t love you like a brother, best friend, and crush. Let’s pretend that I don’t matter, but you’ve been doing that all along, haven’t you?