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It's so fucking disappointing to realize that, despite how dear you think a friendship may be, people can be ridiculously easily distracted by shallow and naive needs. There is a security, like a warm fuzzy feeling inside, that you get when you know that you really care about someone. Knowing that no matter how shitty your life is, how much your parents yell at you, or how much you argue with your older brother, you friends will notice and go out of their way to make things better, if only a little. Because that's what friends do.
You think you know someone, you think you care about someone, you overlook flaws, put up with shit, sing stupid songs off-key, tell him/her your embarrassing secrets and laugh about them together, and later realize you're a stupid idiot with nothing better to do with your time than wait around for people to make time for you. I am not a happy camper.
You think you know someone, you think you care about someone, you overlook flaws, put up with shit, sing stupid songs off-key, tell him/her your embarrassing secrets and laugh about them together, and later realize you're a stupid idiot with nothing better to do with your time than wait around for people to make time for you. I am not a happy camper.