Friday, May 20, 2011

Regrets.

I don't know you, I don't trust you, I don't believe in you, I don't like you, I don't want to talk to you.

I know you don't trust me, I don't know whether you like me as a friend. You tell me you do, but I've seen you lie through your teeth.

And yet we are still friends.

What a messed up life.

Thanks though, I know where our friendship stands. Or whatever this is.