Recently, my relationship with Stan has been... Strained.

Is it my fault? Possibly. Is it his fault? Possibly. Is it no one's fault? Possibly.

How can one know when they don't even know why it's happening.

It, being the fact that Stan has been sort of well, acting like I'm one of the most annoying people on Earth.

He always wants to hang out with his other friends, they don't even have to be friends.

All they have to do is not be me.

Then, when he's 'stuck' hanging out with me, all he does is talk about his other friends.

Blah blah said this and blah blah did that.

I frankly, don't care.

But there's no way I'd tell him that.

I sigh and stare at the cafeteria table as Stan rambles on about someone doing some hilarious stunt.

Of which I couldn't possibly care less about.

I'm only listening because if I try to say anything he says some shit like 'Dude, that's stupid.' 'That's not even funny.' 'You're really fucking stupid.'

So, I'd rather just sit here and listen than try to say something that wouldn't roll back around to me as spite.

He's only hanging out with me because he wants to hang out with someone.

And I'm kind of glad to be that someone in a twisted, masochistic way.

I know he's using me.

But I like it more than being away from him.