Here I am having a delicious bowl of Spaghetti-o's with a big chunk of mozzarella cheese in it. Every bite of creamy soup had a loooong string of cheese leading back into the bowl. The string would stretch and stretch and STREEETTCCHH, but it wouldn't break unless I cut it. Ok I know you're probably thinking my goodness LMP why are you talking about 25 cent soup? Because lately I've been deciding whether to end my relationship with my best friend or not. We are only friends in the most naked sense of the word: we don't quite hate each other.... yet. But we don't talk, she never wants to hang out and she is always with a crowd of people that I don't know. I wouldn't really care if it weren't for the fact that she never has time to hang with me, yet she is literally always with them. Like WTF? She does work a lot, like that's kind of all she does... but she always finds time to keep in touch with them, and be with them. I don't know, *sigh* it feels like it may be over. I don't ever want to feel like I'm working for her attention. I've been there for her for almost five years, that should be enough of a reason. I feel like our relationship has perhaps been stretched to its limits, from her getting an almost full time job, to me moving to Kent, and now this. We've officially been Mozzarella'd.
- Little Miss Perfect
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