and there was nothing

You seem happy. Exclaiming these little things that used to mean the world to me. I'm happy for you. But some times i still sit and wonder why it wasn't the same and why everything had to be such a secret.

I don't understand why people have to say such hurtful things to the people they claim to love. I don't see why they have to lie. I don't understand at all. I want to know why people just can't think before they say and do things. I mean... Is it so difficult? Or is it even easier to hurt others. I know that you don't believe half the things I say even though it's true. I don't expect you to believe what you can't see. I don't care actually. If you believe me or not. I am who I am. Nothing changes that. And if you can't accept it, then you're not a very good friend are you.