Friendship is delicate as a glass, once broken it can be fixed but there will always be cracks.

I'm tired of M. Paff's antic. His mood swings are erratic and his silence is quiet deafening and annoying. If he wants to talk, then he can text me or call me. I'm tired to making plans and trying to keep the conversation going. Why should I put so much effort into something that he obviously doesn't value.

Sure, I'm all mad now but I feel like once he starts talking to me again, I'll forget all this.

JK. He's just called me while I'm studying and I decline the call. Big step, yeah?