Friendship: someone who you can talk too, trust each other and joke without being offended.
My school clique, it's breaking up sooner or later, and I'm really don't know what the hell is going on.
Girl,
Who was there for you when you were bullied and taken advantage off? Who was there to talk and advise to you when no one bothered. Who was there to accompany you thru the hard times? You may be fat. Not pretty. A fucked up personality. I understand. I been thru it. But why must you my friend always proved me wrong? Why must you let me have the feelings that I made the wrong choice, make the wrong decision.
Honestly girl, you made me feel like I'm left out in the clique instead of you, that you are far better than me, that you are the best of it, and could solve everything. Why, why, why? I'm disappointed.
I felt like I got defeated. I'm pissed. Yes, pissed at you, but it is also heartbreaking. I don't want to fall out, but nothing is already there for me to hold it.
People get tired. People get hurt. No matter what I say, it was out of joke, if you're hurt, than I'm sincerely sorry about it. But have you ever thought about how I feel? Never. You may thing I have take you for granted, but no. You were there for me when I broke up with him. And yes, I'm thankful for that. Ask yourself, are you sensible enough, you need a change in your personality. I reflect at what I do when I'm alone, yes I do. But have you? Yes. I'm crying, because I once told Karin that if one day this clique ever falls apart, it is because of this.
What I'm mad about is, you could just bloody hell not tell me what I did wrong, and could talk about it to other people, but when I ask, the answer i get is "nothing" I feel pissed, because i really don't know what the hell I did to hurt you, if words hurt, than I take it back.
When I'm joking, you took it seriously.
When I'm serious, you took it jokingly.
One day, I will walk away. I will wash my hands off. I don't know how to pleased you people. I'm down, I shut my mouth up, you ask me when I don't talk, and when I start talking, you said I'm noisy. I really don't know. I'm all stressed up, problems after problems, how much more do I have to face.
And who can I talk too, when I'm down, NOBODY. You won't understand. I tried, and tried. Nobody gives a damn to what I say, I wouldn't ask anymore. I assure.
Ask yourself, haven't I done enough for you people.
I may be a pillar for you to lean on whenever you have problems, I spend my time messaging and talking to you about your stress level, but who have talked to me about mine? Maybe I tend to keep it to myself, but if you just look thru me, you'll know.
I wonder, are you people true and reliable.
