People are complete
bullshit. You meet all these friends you
think will be there for you forever. And then a year passes and
pretty soon everyone you think will be there for you isn’t-
they
are too busy with their own lives, their own boyfriends, their
own
jobs. But you, being well, you, you still care. And you try to
make
it work- you call them and text them and ask them to hangout
still.
But then you start to realize that all you ever talk about is
what’s
happening in their lives, what they are mad or sad about, and
pretty soon you start realize that they forget to ask you how
you’re
doing, they forget to ask you to hangout and they forget to text
you
back and then pretty soon they just forget about you. And then
you’re
alone and all you’re left with is yourself and the simple
memories
of the people you used to know. The thing with friends, is that
not
all of them are necessarily good ones. Sometimes you get
confused
on as to if they are actually good friends, or if you’re just
a good friend,
and they are in need of someone to talk to. Because, ask yourself
this-
how many people would be there for you if you were sad, or
weren't
acting yourself or were in a tough spot? How many of your
friends
would notice? sometimes even the friends that you think oceans
of,
only think puddles of you.