Both of us.

I need to go to dance tomorrow.
Next tuesday is just one more thing to stress about.
One more uncomfortable parent conversation.
I didn't think anyone knew.

If I were you,
I would have asked me what was really wrong.
I would have been a friend.
I would have made her cookies and bought her nutella.
Or an icecream sundae.
Bought her movies, and told her everything would be okay.
I would have gone downstairs when I heard her crying last night and hugged her.
Because apparently, you knew about that too.
I would have listened to how she had such a horrible monday that it still hurt on tuesday.
And I would have told her I'm so sorry because If I were her, I wouldn't want to hear anymore excuses.
But I can't be both of us.