The Silence Is Slowly Killing Me

I try to be a good friend. I know the importance of the people in my life.
So don't make fun of me for it.

Especially you.

I don't want to be made to look like a bad friend
"don't worry, you're still a saint in everyone's eyes"

but yours?

That hurts. A lot. I don't understand and now I'm second guessing myself.

Being told that brings down my good mood.

I have a date this weekend and I'm going to try and stay happy because of that, and because tonight Mini Putt is coming to the toga night. But I'm genuinely wounded.