Repeatedly

She repeatedly calls me a friend. Over and over, friend, friend, friend. Everytime it gets a little harder to even look at her because I'm nothing like that to her. I'm hoping for too much. I wish I could say I honestly don't like her. Meeting her has changed my life. The way that I view it. Just changed me. I don't mean like completely. I'm still Anne, and love all the things that I do and am, and love all the same, but I've grown to accept myself more of what I am. It just hurts to feel like I have no chance. I want a chance. I just want one chance at least. Oh you loveless life.