I know I don't go around showing my scars to people, but that doesn't mean they're not there. I know other people have had a worse life than me, but that doesn't mean everything's fine and will always be fine in my life. Cause honestly it's pretty dang hard. I tell lies to get through the day to keep everyone else's life easier. I keep secrets and tell half-truths so much, sometimes I forget what's real and what's fake. I'm so busy trying to keep your life in balance that I've let my own fall completely apart. I'm tired of feeling alone. Of being hurt. Of being forgotten. Until you need a shoulder to cry on, that is. Then you always come running to me cause I never judge. Ironic how you complain about people judging you so harshly when you have no problem doing it to me...or anyone else for that matter. He's right. He may be joking. But he's right. You gossip. And I'm tired of it. I'm tired of you.
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For the record, this is what I would say to my friends. It's a long story.