I feel unwanted

I bet if I stopped messaging my friend, he would never message. I feel like I’m holding up scraps that aren’t meant to be fixed. I feel like I’m prolonging the inevitable. My friendships always end up like this. We talk a lot and then crickets. Until we finally drift apart.

Maybe I’m not cut out to have friends. How is it so easy for others but hard for me. What makes me undesirable to the point no one cares to check on me; to message me first or even say goodmorning or goodnight first. Is it that fucking hard?

Idk. But I do know I am exhausted of this cat and mouse. This never ending railroad with a worn out train I’m so done, utterly done, man.

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