How the fuck can you tell me that it's okay you're not here because there's other people who love me? Other people that would be here for me? Because, of course, I have back ups. I ask several people to spend the night just in case you can't come. Especially when I have the worst week in years and you know this and some how I'm suppose to know you won't be able to make it. Figures.
You cannot make time for your best friend, but you can make time for Mrs. Francis or Catie. Which, appearently, are more important than some stupid teenage problems. Whatever.
Megan says to me today, "Ashley! Everyone loves you. You have so many friends." And she is right. I do. But they're these things called 'casual friends.' I don't tell them my problems, they don't tell me theirs. A lot of them I bet don't really give a real shit about me, to put it crudely, and that in itself kinda hurts because, its so dumb to say that I care. Like if one day I saw Keith L crying I would start too. If Will C was then I'd try to make him happy because it would be sad if he was sad. And if Jon was I'd be unbelievably worried because I care. And that in itself sucks.
&&I know I have those people who will always be there for me an dfor that I'm so grateful. But they're doig somehting else, while you should be here. It's a fucking requirement. Because that's not best friends.
'Best friends' is 1:30 am when you get a call saying your one of your best friends, Niki, wouldn't come out of her closet because her dad stopped by, and your other bestie, Brittany, come and pick you and Claire up to go to Niki's house because you're all best friends. &&Best friends are there to make sure you never feel alone.
Well, thats what we always used to say. But times change. And I guess the definition has changed. A lot.
peace, ashley
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