Even my mom knows it.
She's the one who suggested
inviting you over for Christmas dinner.

You said no.
Ok, it should matter or mean so much,
but it does.

I might not be your best friend,
but you are my best friend.

Fine, you hate the holidays,
can't you just pretend and come
over for my sake?

We can avoid the artificial tree
and look for the the missing ticket stubs.

But it's cool.
I get it.
The feeling of rejection is just
my imagination.


I just invited him to come to my birthday party.

I can already feel him saying he has to work.