cried my eyes out. people don’t have hearts now-a-days…
Bitch, you make 12 million a movie and I make $12/hr. You send money.
I’m glad that I have friends. But their not just any friends. They’re the true ones. True as can be. When something’s wrong with me, they know to when to ask me even if I display my feelings in the littlest way possible. They know how to make me feel better about myself when I’m feeling insecure. They just know me. They know I love them and I know they love me. There’s nothing better than having someone who’s there for you whenever, wherever.