6/11/13.
i turn my head away and then hear the hiss of a whisper.
i give up my privacy and they take their time on invading it.
i stay loyal and treat them like queens, and they desert me.
why do i let them do this to me? why do i fall into a pit of depression for these bitches?
i can't even answer my own questions. i loathe this part of me. yes, i treat my 'friends' as a part of my being. a definition of who i am.
and what does that say about me?
i'm a fucking pushover.
