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Thursday, February 11, 2010 @ 10:44 PM
I don't know what is wrong lately. Anything concerning friends just get so disheartening. What are friends? How about true friends? Friends that you are able to rely on? Friends that will lend you a helping hand? Friends that truly care and concern about you? Friends that use you as an excuse? Friends that don't treat you as their friends when you regard them as one? There are some friends you may not be close with. However when you need help, they will be there for you. These people are friends that treat their friends truly. There are also some friends that land you in deep shit and pretend nothing happened. Some don't even regard you as their friends when you treat them as one. Some don't even give a damn care. Now, I know who are my true friends. Certain incidents just make me aware of who they are. I have enough of all those disappointing words. These stabs are enough. Those sinking, heavy feelings I get, those tears that almost came out, that's how hurt I get. The impression I had of you, you just kill it yourself. Quantity of friends is nothing. Quality is the most important. ![]() With disappointment, hx Labels: I didn't expect that. Thanks a lot. What more can I say? |