Some days, it really makes me wonder why we are friends.

I have listened to you rant when you're disturbed, angry, worried or depressed.

I have felt happy for you out you positively bursting out of your skin with joy.

I have given you advice when you come to me for help.

I have been there with you through the best of times and the worst of times.

I have even accepted the fact that as friends, you were never going to be the ear for me whenever I am happy or sad.

All I asked in return was that you have the least bit of respect to drop me a line and follow up on what we planned.

But it seems that even I can't have that from you.

It really does makes me wonder sometimes why we are still friends.