"The eyes are not responsible when the mind does the seeing." ---Publilius Syrus

Current mood: annoyed


On a perfect day friends only half-ass their betrayal. Cant forget the way I loved you. How much I must have pretended. How do you mend the damage you’ve done. We could have been so much more than this. Best friends till the end but what kind of friend are you anyway. This is more than I can stand, deeper than you thought. Stand me up, fine I’ll stomp you down. Maybe I expected too much from you this time. Maybe I felt to much. I refuse to admit it and you refuse to forget it. We run in circles lying to ourselves and the world. Before it was them and us, but everything changes when the lies lay amongst us.