April 26, 2017: Why I Became a Friendless Bitch

At 22, I had over ten
close friends. 
At 28, I barely have one. 
I became depressed. 
I bawled on
the production floor
at work. 
I would (still) overthink
that there must
be something wrong with me. 

Why else would
my best friend
ghost me?
I once asked my mom
if I could do dance
for a year
only because I was
the only girl scout
who didn't have a tutu. 

"Friends Forever" 
don't mean shit
in my book.