this time is the last time

shoot me now.
please.

I knew something was wrong the other night.
it just didn't feel right. not like it used to.
like it was forced.

you tell me you want to, you're really stoked about it, but when the time comes
"i don't want to go."
wtf? why not?!
I call you, I yell. I just don't understand why you're doing this.
the one time I need you, the one time I really need you, and you flake.
you told me you wanted to, at first.
but then you just kept saying you would to make me happy.
you don't want to hang out with me anymore, and you can't explain why.
you feel judged with the others around.
they don't judge you!!!
can we do it another day? maybe sunday?
fine, we'll see.
"i feel like shit. i'm going to bed."
I call, you don't answer. I call again, leave a voicemail.

this is the last time I will ever ask you for something.
come through for me just this once.
please.