Old friends.

I hate when you call one of those friends, even if it's been more than a year since you talked to her, and you talk the normal bullshit, and when she asks how you have been you start crying even more (keep in mind you've been half crying the whole time) you say you're fine and was just wondering how things are with you.

I hate people that insist on keeping touch and don't care enough to really care. So it's could of been a year, she could of said sorry at least. Oh well. And it's the first time I even called her, she always called me, that would of made some kind of difference you think.

Nothing matters, except for the burns the tears leave on your face, it's getting to the point where they feel like scars.