Sep 12, 2007 21:54
Sixteen. A big year - yes - big. Big times for mistakes. Big time for success. But doesn't it always seem that your success will not compare to your failure. And friends, what jokes. We've got our heads in the clouds. We focus on ourselves, and ourselves only. Because in ten years the only ones to be around will be you and you alone. Communication may be at it's peak, but it's just taught us not to keep up these relationships, myspace will do it for us.
I don't need you. I don't. Honestly. But I want you. And that's all that matters. Yes, my family and myself, in certain situations, will come before you, but you are up there on the list. Friends mean everything to me. And it hurts to see these friends fall.
So I'll be here, when your not talking to your boyfriend. I'll be here when you mange to dial my number - oh, what was it again. 3049307, in case you forgot. I'll put my homework aside for you. Because this is what friends do.
Friends before sex. Friends before holding-hands and make-out sessions. Friends before stupid decisions. Friends before everything else. Set your priorities straight, I'll make time for the ones that make time for me. It's a mutual relationship, friendship. Don't keep up your side, it eventually fades, inevitably.