You and I have shared the good,the bad, and the ugly but I think of all the times we've shared and I've been the one holding on to a dream. The good old days of our friendship... The simpler times. I've always had your back regardless of the reprecautions. I don't feel you've fought for me. It's always been me. I'm tired of that routine. I can no longer make excuses because "we're girls." The caddyness will be there and so will the tension. I got you the job you have because I knew you weren't stupid despite of what other people told you or made you believe. It's hard to see your face at work. I want to punch you and hurt you in ways I dare not speak but I am not going to keep this negativity in my heart or soul. May the universe treat you well my friend and foe.
2/04/2010
