May 23, 2007 15:48
She never moves tables so I can sit with her. She never switches chairs so she can talk to me. She will for other people though. I always seem to be passed up for someone better. And there always seems to be someone better.
She my friend. She's a good friend. So, why does it seem like these things are always (or never) happening? And talking to her about it won't do any good. She'll give me a very good reason or no reason at all because she'll tell me the reality of things. The reality doesn't stop my feelings though.
reality,
feelings,
friend