Tell me....

Jul 24, 2005 10:41

What is the use of having friends, if they don't make you feel loved and wanted all the time? If they don't hear you out, and instead just assume things? If you feel like they aren't gonna be there forever for anything you might need? If you're not honest with each other ALL the time and let each other know what's buggin you, even if it has to ( Read more... )

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get_happy July 25 2005, 08:58:34 UTC
friends are there to make life more interesting and usually better but friends are people and people are fickle. sometimes when friends treat you in a different way it's because of their own lifes, they are just so wrapped up in their own life to see how they are acting.

anyway, i doubt that really answers your question. but i'd figure i'd try. i've lost a lot of friends over the years from stuff like that and have tried to understand it myself.

booooop!

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rapedbyrobots July 28 2005, 14:39:38 UTC
man, i sure have felt these things before. i still do pretty often. it's hard to hold yourself to certain standards of being a good friend, and wanting to feel like your efforts can be reciprocated, when so many other people just don't seem to consider these things. i think a lot of our friends take things for granted. i dont mean like...just what we have, but also what is there, that may be unspoken. a lot of our friends seem to feel really insecure and really depressed, and often the answers to their frustrations would be readily available if they/we could find the courage and selflessness to even ask. our friends all care about each other, even if we may not know each other personally very well, i know this is true, that we do exist in a caring community even if it doesn't always feel like it. but sometimes it is really hard for people to be honest with themselves, and if they can't even admit to themselves their own dissatisfaction, it is all the more difficult to be honest and open with their friends...especially when ( ... )

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