Friend of Mine

Gee thanks.
I try you know.
I really do.
Am I not cool enough for you?
I love how you blame me for everything.
Maybe you don't realize it.
But I do.
You turned you thinking that I feel bad and me saying that I don't into "You don't appreciate me!"

Enough of that.

I'm not here to attack.

I miss being your friend.
I know I'm not anymore.
I want to know what the hell happened.
I know I tried to do my part.
I'm worried about you.
We all are.

Yet.

You annoy me.
You are like the horrible, more likable, evil twin.
You take what I want to do and do it (And half ass it (to me)).
People LOVE you for it.
Yet when I did it (which I don't anymore) no one cared.

You are why I can't bring myself to do some of my favorite things.
My gadgets sit at rest.
I loved what I did.
Now, people only think of you.

I hate you for making it look like I copied you.
I hate you for stealing my hobbies.

Yet

I love you for being there.
I love you for all the fun that we had.

I miss you.