A/N: Another letter to the same friend in the first letter. I think I might be overdramatizing this...but, you know, it gets kind of old...being chop liver.

Dear Sir,

I am so past the point of handling this calmly. Alright, well I'm more calm than I ever was about it, but I'm still becoming increasingly frustrated with you. JUST when I believe that things are going better...you go and ruin it again. You stop talking to me and that hurts me so much. I'm just glad I'm not dependent on you anymore like I once was. Because then I would just be distraught. Forget the distraught. I'm mad. I'm freaking frustrated, annoyed, and really ticked. It's not so much the not talking part. It's the part when our other friend comes along and you talk to her. You act excited to see her. You joyfully tell her the things that are going on. I feel really...just kind of rejected, you know? Maybe the only reason you're friends with me is because I'm friends with her. I don't get it.

Best friends forever? Yeah. Right. Maybe best friends with her. I'm just the one to come to when there's no one better to talk to.

I'll take into consideration that you don't live here and feelings can be interpreted differently over the phone and email. But dang, if you act like this way when you come here this summer...I'm going to feel majorly hurt. I didn't know being friends with you was going to throw me on this crazy rollercoaster.

I'll see you in June.

-Anonymous