Rich Girls in a Poverty Shell...What to Do?

Hello all. I write again to tell you of a conversation I had with a friend of mine tonight. I hope my friend does not get mad at me for saying all of this, and if she wants me to retract any information I publish, I will do so without a second thought. After talking to my friend tonight, I was filled with the sinking feeling that everything I thought I knew, I didn't even know at all. I wasn't even close. I felt like I knew what she was thinking, how she felt, how I felt about the way she felt. But like any good human being she never ceases to surprise me, always keeps me guessing. Recently, and I don't even know if she knows this, I wrote something about how I was feeling about her and her significant other. Of course, she knew I was upset at this time, but I never showed her what I wrote. Now for the vulnerable moment....Here is what I wrote. And here is how completely wrong I was. Nichole, I'm so sorry.


You say you don't have time for me
You have to get things done
But when he comes to tell you something
It takes everything to hold you back... don't run.

I'd appreciate if you wouldn't lie
If you'd just tell me you don't want to talk
Instead of making me think I'm first on the list
When in essence, I'm really not.

Instead just do the things you do
Those things you really "need"
Just plan to leave me alone
I don't need you to set me free.

I hate the double standards you set
They make me feel so sick
You told me once what friendship meant to you
But you know what? I think this is it.

You don't have to try to divide your time
To have to make room for me
We both know you have him
But he won't set you free.


Obviously I was lying, trying to convince myself of something I could not. The truth be told, I felt hurt. But she's just a girl, and she gets hurt too. I know now what the difference is, and I have now been set free. I love you Bajoley!