What About Yo' Friends

i met these two gorgeous girls with low self esteem & they are always crying bout how fake their ‘real’ friends are, so i occasionally send them quotes or pic msgs saying that they are beautiful but yet they don't consider me one of their REAL friends. That is funny to me. Ppl consider the ppl they went to school w/ & they hung w/then as their REAL friends but ppl who they meet later in life are they're associates. Thou these new ppl do more for them than majority of their old friends. Or because their old friend would fight with them instead of telling them to walk away like their new friend does, they value the old friend. But who is going to bail you out now? If u are almost thirty & your old friend still think y'all should behave like y'all did bout 15 yrs ago no matter if y'all have kids now, are they really good company? Can you take them out the hood?

Or is it your desire to stay rooted there as well? Maybe I dream too much. Maybe I set too high of goals... But if the Pres invited u ova would u take them ppl wit u? But i say all that to say i really stopped caring to be there for these girls like that when they never get at me. Nor do they value me. Like when i see something that might be good for them they pop in my head. Then i'm like y bother? After they read it they'll 4get bout me. At the same time not caring ain't me. But aye they picked the category they place ppl in y should I try to advance up out it? Get tired of trying to be friends to people who don’t want a reciprocal friendship...
Everybody ain't friends, love cuz if they is my definition of friends most differ this; a person known to one. Yea that is an acquaintance.

"But there's a question I prepared for u how could u fuck the only ppl who ever cared for u?”- Fabolous 'Pachangas'

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