Where were you when I needed you most?

I really don't know what your problem is, all I know is I'm sick of it. I can't stand it anymore. I'll be standing right there and you just ignore me. But if she tells you a story, you're all about it and listen to every little detail. My stories? You could care less, you just nod your head and pretend like you're listening. You don't know how hurtfull it is. I never thought our friendship would...
March 5th, 2008 at 02:24am