Strange things that come into my head while walking home from BSU

Have you ever been a friend to someone who's not a friend to you? It's interesting. Becuase you're their (yes I know that "someone" and "they" don't match, but I'm lazy and I don't care) friend, but it is hard to know if THEY know you're their friend and would really do things for them if they needed or asked. And sometimes you try to do stuff for them without them asking, but then you don't know if it was worth is because you don't see the results. It's sort of exhausting, really. Emotionally more than anything. You care so much and you hope they know that but you don't know it. And you also think they care too, but you certainly don't know it. And you want to keep trying to let them know that you're their friend and if they need anything that they can come to you, but maybe they don't want to come to you. Maybe they don't really want you as a friend anyway. But you don't know that. That's where it gets sticky and confusing. Strange: the things I think of walking home from the school.