Friends Today, Memories Tomorrow..
two incidents just made me wonder if anybody is actually really my friend or if people tlak shit about me as soon as I turn around. All of a sudden it seems like everyone is so fake and people say they love you and they don't even mean it. I mean if I tell someone i love them.. I mean it. I would never just throw something like that around. I would never go oh "I love you, I Miss You, I Need To See You!" Then turn around and say I don't care about you.
It's like you fall into this big circle and you thought there was loyalty and happiness and fun and sweetness in that circle and you fall in and you find out it's nothing but dirt. I wonder if people who talk to meon a daily basis also talk about me when I'm not there, just completely dissing me. Then I know some of you are going to read this and go, "Oh, You have True Friends!" Well how do you know? How do you know we'll talk everyday about the most personal stuff and then in a couple of months we're all, "What? Anna who?"
I'm not feeling sorry for myself and I'm not being all apathetic and "emo". It's just I mean what's the point of trusting people if you're going to wake up with a knife in your back or a broken heart. Just don't tell me you love me if in all reality you actually hate my guts because thet could be alittle confusing.
It's like you fall into this big circle and you thought there was loyalty and happiness and fun and sweetness in that circle and you fall in and you find out it's nothing but dirt. I wonder if people who talk to meon a daily basis also talk about me when I'm not there, just completely dissing me. Then I know some of you are going to read this and go, "Oh, You have True Friends!" Well how do you know? How do you know we'll talk everyday about the most personal stuff and then in a couple of months we're all, "What? Anna who?"
I'm not feeling sorry for myself and I'm not being all apathetic and "emo". It's just I mean what's the point of trusting people if you're going to wake up with a knife in your back or a broken heart. Just don't tell me you love me if in all reality you actually hate my guts because thet could be alittle confusing.