Goodbye

Why? Why does everyone do it? Are they trying to get back at me? Did I do something wrong? I try to plan events with you, But it’s either you or your mom. Who says, “No.” Who says, “I’m sorry.” You always say, “Let’s try next weekend.” But does it happen? No. Something always comes up. Then I’m alone. I like being alone but… Sometimes I need someone else there. With me. Next to me. So that I know I’m not alone. So that I know I have a friend. So I know I can’t run away. But I want to. I want to run away from here. I want to run away and not come back. Until everyone’s forgotten me. Even if it takes forever. So. Goodbye.