You know what? I can’t. I can’t care anymore. I can’t care when people hate me, I can’t care when my friends repeatedly shoot down any attempts I make at making them feel better. I thought I was a good friend, you know. I’m loyal, even if i really don’t think it’s right. I would die for any of my friends. I listen when people talk to me. I rarely interrupt people with my own story, in fact, i let people interrupt me when I’m talking. I’m a pushover, yes, but one who’ll defend you no matter what, no matter how many babies you’ve eaten, or stores you’ve peed behind. I don’t say a word when you rub in the fact that you have a part, or mention how believe it or not, i don’t actually like being called black. You laugh at me, and mock me at every possible moment, and i just take it. Why? because that’s what friends do. But it’s not fair that I go through everything I do to be your friend, and don’t get even a quarter of what I give you.