A broken friendship story

by *t a s h a   Nov 14, 2006


In preschool we hated each other and whos not to blame, I tuck your little truck with lots of shame then one year later we were the best of friends, and I was glad, we got it lots of fights but nothing to bad we'd fight about who said what and when they said it, and what color was better purple or blue. Little things like that but then they sort of grew. We would fight about bigger things like god knows what. But then we would always seem make up. We were the best of friends for about 8 years. But then in 8th grade it was almost like preschool again. We were still friends but everything changed into something different that wasn't the same I told you how I felt but it almost felt like you didn't care there is no more secrets to share you were my best friend and you still are deep down we will always be friends I know, now ill try not to frown, but its kind of hard not to since everything just kind of turned upside down =(

//-Chelbi, you are so great, that it isnt even funny .. you are always and forever going to be towards the top of my list of great friends!-//
*0x0x0, Tash

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