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1.Post these rules.
2.Each tagged person must post 8 things about themselves on their journal.
3.At the end, you have to choose and tag 8 people and post their icons on the same journal.
4.Go to their pages and send a message saying you tagged them.
5.No tag-backs!

Yeah, I'm not tagging anyone. I got tagged, but whatever.


1: I'm bisexual. Yep. I suppose I came to terms with it a while ago. Might lose some close friends over it, but I don't care. I'm tired of all the prejudice going around. And if this changes the way people see me, then all you'll get it is my disappointment.

2: I'm often abandoned by my friends. Please don't say "I'd NEVER abandon YOU". Because there's really only one close friend who's never really left me behind. And the rest of you, you do it. And sure, sometimes you don't mean to, but sometimes I KNOW you're doing it on purpose. You leave me out, making sure to hint at the fact. I never get invited, I always have to make the first move in almost all of my "friendships". If you ask me, that's not really healthy.

3: I always get sucky presents. Real life/virtual life. Once again, there's that one person that I always feel isn't trying to be a jerk. The rest of the time, I'll spend my hard-earned money to buy things that cost a lot, are rare and are something the other person genuinely wants. In return, I get cheap books, fake friendship and sometimes nothing at all.

4: I think my "friends" actually don't like me very much.

5: But that's okay, because sometimes, I don't like them very much.

6: I want to get out of here and never look back. I know one day I'll leave. And I'm probably never coming back.

7: I'm tired of having no-one to depend on. I don't have anyone. Not really. Not anyone that I can hug or even just talk to face-to-face. My "friends" that always say "I'll be here" aren't. They're off enjoying themselves without me.

8: I can't ever see myself growing old. I know when I die, I'll die young. Whether it be murder, an accident, sickness or suicide.

Don't tell me it'll be okay.

I know you don't mean it.

I don't want your virtual hugs.

I don't want anything but the truth.

Are my accusations correct?

I'm pretty damn sure they are.

And even if they aren't.

It's still how you make me feel.

And that means you're still not doing a good job as my friend.