they don't understand. they don't care. friend. that's a funny word. you see, when i use that word, when i say someone is a friend of mine, i look out for them..i make sure they're okay because, really that's the least you could do. now, i'm not so sure that the people who call themselves my friends are actually my friends. because i feel as though they are not trustworthy. not in the way i don't have faith in them but in the way that i feel as though they don't actually like me. that's not so hard to understand, though. i mean, i don't like me. but i honestly feel like there is no one there. no one to comfort me, even in the slightest way. all i think about is the high possibility that they talk about me behind my back and their words are not kind. if i realise what i'm thinking is wrong.. then i'll feel a little ridiculous, ashamed, guilty, stupid..but what if it's not?
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