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bick·er
intr.v. bick·ered, bick·er·ing, bick·ers
1. To engage in a petty, bad-tempered quarrel; squabble. See Synonyms at argue.
You're in it for the agruements, the drama. You don't see what we have/had as a friendship, you see it as a vent, a place to go and take out your anger. It's not fair on me. I shouldn't have to put up with your need to feel loved. I don't love you, I couldn't care less if we never spoke again.
It shows. You can tell, when you talk, how you develop the conversation. You say things and expect me to console you when you feel down. I've never been one to give in, I'm not going to change my attitude towards you because you need to feel that I care.
Face it, I don't care anymore, I stopped caring when you started lying.
You're in it for the fun. I can tell you want the friendship. I'm content with what we have, it's new and fun and exciting. It's nice to meet someone that'll be nice when I tell them to stop it. You're niceness is rediculous, I would never be able to do what you do. To me, I doubt you can do anything wrong. You never stop giving. I feel that I should give you something back, for all of the niceness and such, but that's not a very me thing to do.
You're in it for the understanding, the someone to talk to. You can talk to me about God knows what and know that I'm just as weird therefor wont give you a loom that says "let's pretend you never said it". I'm in it for all the same reasons though. We never run out of conversation, which has to be a good thing. I don't know why you put up with me, it's stupid really, because I say some really nasty things. Then again, that's me and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Friendship is something I take very seriously, even though it's rediculously laid back. My social life is great, I'm who you go to if you want to go out, looking for weekend plans or whatever. I can arrange you anthing because I know who's doing what, where and when. I love that I have my friends, the good ones. I've got a great bunch of them. A handful of them are the best.
Saturday, 21 March 2009
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