I think that out of all my friends, I know that two of you are sincere. Out of all my friends about three or four will give me the time of day.
Your words have no meaning when you say them to everyone. You love me, do you? I'm one of your best friends, right? Actions speak louder than words. When your actions don't back up what you say, and when what you say you don't really mean, then what are you left with? Nothing.
I would be happy with an acknowledgment of my existence.
I'm done with this. You don't care, please stop pretending.
It's the little things that count.