Friday, September 17, 2010

It's always me who's reaching out for your hand. I'm sick of being nice. No one comes to me. I always go to them. I miss my old friends. They answered back, they sought me out just as much as I did for them, they were there for me, I thought that's how it would be here but I guess some people are just sick of me. Good to know! I love people that take advantage of my friendship :D

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