Part of me wants to leave, the other part of me wants to be here. You say shit like, my other friends are better than you, but then you say its a joke. How is that suppose to make me feel. You say I’m the next thing to family for you, but when it comes down to it you don’t spend more than 5 minutes with me. When I said I was there for you I meant it in everyway. When you said you were there for me, you meant just mentally. Maybe it’s just I’m growing up at a pace you can’t match. We’ve been going round and round. Had our ups and down. Been thru it all. But seems like we’ve just fell apart. Maybe i’ve changed, but i don’t know what I wanna do when it comes to you. So as of now, you do you and ima do me,