Old friends

I used to have good friends. But yea, times are changing and when I see my best friends from a precious life, I see them change so much.

I changed a lot. That's true.

Wé changed a lot. But I still know they don't care about me as hell, I only hanged out with them. Listened to their stories, problems and useless stuff. I was there for them.

They weren't there for me.

Last year, when I was fulfilled broken, they looked at me and said I was inventing stuff I really ment ánd saw. That broke my heart even more but I couldn't help that I still cared for them.

And I still do, ofcourse I do, but I can séé you don't really mean it when you say things other people, other friends, dó mean. Well, that's what I think.

So that's why I let you go, I'll slowly forget you. I don't want to get hurt because of my own caring. I know some people say friendship is giving without taking, but I gave to much. You took to much. Goodbye.

And ofcourse I shouldn't forget the people who dó say they care about me, my dearest people in the world. Let's call some names (:

Aleksandra, Lone, Kyra and Charles. Maybe even my big 'sis An -even when she has a morning mood-. Franko. Thank you.

xoxo.