My mummy always told me, " Don't do so much for your friends, because don't you ever expect them to do the same thing for you. You try so hard, do so much, in the end, you are the one who suffers, and you are the one to blame." I think it's pretty much true, because everyone takes my good intentions for granted. As much as I've thought about it, it was always you, your feelings, your days, your life, and I was pretty much circulating around you. Now that I stop back and think, there was no Once, that you've ever asked me properly, "How are you?" I don't remember you, or you, or you, trying as hard as I did, to make your (my) day worthwhile or memorable. What is this world coming to? Peel of the image of being strong, rich, cool, funny away from me and what unveils is a piece of fragile heart. I strongly believe that I can beg to differ what mummy said, because I think/guess I have this one friend who truly cares for me, and will do the same for me, and I think you should know who you are, noPe.
Oh and p.s- I'm not complimenting myself for being STRONG, RICH, COOL, FUNNY.
Oh and p.p.s- do you guys actually think that I have smses that r free for eternity? Why the fuck can't you guys just pick the damn fucked phone up and just r e p l y me? Try sms-ing someone out of pure goodwill, and not get a fucking reply back. This is fucking annoying. God, please pull the fuck hairs out of me, thanks.