I stare at the text. Quiet tears start flowing down my cheek. "I'm sorry, I forgot I had plans," it says. We had been planning today all week. And when she finally texts me back, this is what she says. I throw the phone at the end of my bed and stare at the ceiling. I see so many good memories. But then they are all corrupted by bad ones. Too many to bare. I turn and burry my head in my pillow letting soft sobs out. Now all I can think of is the bad things fighting and fighting to get deeper and deeper into my brain. My friends all around me, not realizing my presence. The way they ignore me and pretend not to see me in the hallways. The pictures on Facebook that show all of them having a good time, but not me. When I text them or call them, there is no answer. At lunch, I'm always at the end of the table, where nobody notices me eating my food. There are more memories popping up, but I don't let myself think about them. I start thinking about my old friends. The way they called me everyday to have a play date. Playing with dolls an d watching Disney movies. And then I remember what happened to all of my friends. In first grade, my friends thought I was too bossy. In third grade, my only two friends ditched me to be by myself for the rest of the year. Years start coming down even harder. Fifth grade, I had a big group of friends who later ignored me until I went off by myself again without any friends. I make myself stop. I get up and grab my guitar. I start playing random notes, but the guitar is out of tune. I put it back not having the energy to tune it. I grab my iPod instead. I push shuffle and the first song that plays stops my breath. It was our song. When we were little. We sang it over and over until our throats hurt. She was my only friend that I actually kept over the years. I hadn't heard this song in so long. The last time I heard it was probably when she moved away three years ago. I lost touch with her. I never found her even though I tried multiple times. The song suddenly stops. My iPod is out of battery. The memories of bad times resume in my mind. This time, I don't try to fight it. I let my self cry as loud as I want to. I cry and cry until I fall asleep.