what does friends mean to me? friends are just people you hang out with. they lie to you. they keep secrets from you. they hang out with each other more than they do with you. then never start conversations, text you first, call, or ask to hang out. you’re always the one to do those first. they really only want to talk to you if they need something. you only see them at school, they don’t want to hang out with you. they don’t care. they say they do, but they don’t. you must not mean much to them if they just flat out lie about stuff, then not even want to talk it through after to make up. what kind of friendship is that? what kind of friend causes you to cut yourself all the time, just because of the stuff they do or don’t do? the amount of years you’ve been together, or all the things you have been through with them don’t matter. it might matter to you, but it doesn’t matter to them. when they said you would always be the bestest of friends? it was a lie. apparently time changes a lot, including feelings for others. apparently you don’t deserve the truth, or company, or fun, or friendship anymore. it was your whole world, but meant nothing to them. you still love them with all your heart and want to stay with them forever, but if they don’t feel the same anymore, you might just leave. I’m thinking about leaving. I don’t want to, but if I’m not wanted anymore, I might just do that.
Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life.
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ya my stomach might stick out a little and my thighs rub together, but can you touch your head to your ass? didn’t think so.
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