i hate it most when you judge my friends. how much do you really know about them? where were you all when i was down and out? at that point of time, when you all knew, the way you all said it, it's like serve me right in the first place. do you know how that feels? and so many other things that people have done for me but you refuse to see. you choose to see only the bad, the times when they weren't around. but what about when they were around? when they helped me so much, helped me stand up strong again? what about those times?