gone (drunken post #1)

Dear K.

Re: this.

I cried all the way home this afternoon, grieving our friendship.

Did you blow it off, every time I called? Did you say to yourself: Next week we'll catch up - Meg won't care? She knows how busy I am right now.

You were wrong. I didn't know.

Every time you broke plans with me and I told myself you were just tied up in your own world, what I was really thinking was: If she calls, she cares.

Yet you showed me, again and again, that you didn't.

Where were you when I needed you? Because I made plans with you, over and over and you just kept on saying: Meg, I am just really tired/busy/hung over tonight, and for some reason I was meant to accept that when the fact of the matter was:

I needed you, fuck K, I really needed you.

But you could not even find the time to be there. And everything, everything else in your life, was more important than me, even when I tried to make it right again.

And you know what?

It breaks my heart, but I'm not sure I can find a way to forgive that.

Love Meg x