Everyone says that friends grow apart. I guess somewhere, deep down, I thought if you had a good relationship, it would never happen. I guess I was wrong again. I am such jealous bitch. But is it really my own fault? It probably is, because the only other person I can blame is life.
These days, we can just about call anyone our friends. We use the word so openly, and yet, there are still that one or two people who mean more to you than the others. They’re the ones you think you’ll be friends with till the end.
They’re the ones that disappoint you the most.