Irrelevant

You know, I think I figured out why I
Hate you so much: you make me feel
Irrelevant.

I had a feeling, you know.
I was ok when summer ended,
But by Thanksgiving break, you liked
Them more than you would ever like me.

I know it wasn’t intended to hurt me, (or maybe it was),
But do you remember that Snapchat from November?
Every other answer had a reason on why you picked the
Other option, but mine. You chose Emily over me.

That’s when I knew. At the time I was ok with it.


When I was added to the group chat, and pictures
Were sent, I knew I would never be a part of the group.
I was ok with that. I was just happy we were still friends.

You spend more time with them than you ever considered
With me, and I was ok with that. I am happy for you, glad you
Found a home.

Then, the constant bragging started. At first it was maybe once or twice,
And I let it go. It was constant. That was the only reason you talked to me, ever.

 I just wanted to let you know that I still cared, and you called
Me random, and said that you already hear that all the time from your boyfriend. I just wanted to talk to you without the bragging, without the crazy big ego. I just wanted you, me, Fernanda, and Sophia to have a normal conversation.
I just wanted everything to be ok.
But you wouldn’t listen.

And I was not ok with it.

I know it was intended for it to be a joke, but that was my final straw.
I was done compromising.
I was done fighting for a friendship that didn’t even exist.
I know you claim not to know why I’m upset, further proving my
Entire point.

You ignoring me for so long only to try and force-feed me everything about
You from the past school year?!

Go talk to your friends.

Go talk to the people that changed you.

Go talk to the people that taught you how to make others feel irrelevant.