There are friends
There are friends ( not true friends ) some masquerade as family. I call them ‘’ ruber’neckers’’... They are like the people whom drive down the road, that slow up... Viewing the carnage of an accident.... Never stopping or helping people in need... I have experienced friendship in a similar way... So called friends that only ring you up, or knock on your front door... Just for the pleasure of hearing sorrow in your voice, staring through the windows of your soul, finding some form of comfort in... Sign in to see full entry.