Have you ever known some people who you think are your friends, but when you think about it, are actually not? I'm sure everyone's had people in their lives whom they can talk to about stuff, but yet only the superficial?

When you first met them, you thought that they were awesome. You liked the same things, had similar personalities... but as time went by, you found that you could only talk about the same things, over and over again.. that you thought that you had discovered their deepest nature, but really only scratched the surface?

I'm sure everyone's felt out at least once in their life. If you have a big group, then it's easier. Side glances, uncomfortable body language, that secret eye-roll... usually, two girls will become friends, then the rest will just be props, there to make everyone think that you're still loved, still popular. I've seen cases where, there's a girl who thinks she's got the best friends in the whole wide world, but in reality, is just kidding herself. Her obsession, her undying devotion to this one girl is so blindingly obvious, except to her own self... she's bound to get hurt someday, and it's gonna hurt real bad...

I once knew a girl like that. I went around with her for a while, until I realized i was just a seventh wheel. I mean, to them, i was just another loyal member of their vast gang. The girls at the core- there were two- just used me to pass notes, as a substitute when someone else was not there. It took me a while to cotton on, and i finally did, and now I'm no longer friends with them. A smile, a friendly word, all that's fine. But, inside I know that I can't be friends with them... because we've been apart so long, they have their own ... identity. It's been firmly established, and no newcomer can adopt it as their own, because when they weren't around, it had already taken hold, and you're gonna have big chunks missing from your friendship because you don't understand certain things.

But, whatever. I'm not one of them. I'll live with that. I have other friends. They have their lives, I have mine. But sometimes, I wish that it would all go back to the way it was before. But even if it did, nothing would be the same... because everything would be different.