If I were completely honest with myself from the start, I'd be a lot better off. But I wasn't. To save on all the dramatics I'll put it simply: I was hurt by somebody I consider a real friend, and I still haven't recovered from it. To be honest I feel like the biggest dumbass ever, and nobody seems to see or even care where I'm coming from. "Life goes on" or "Get over it" wth kind of bull is that? I can be a dumping ground for everybody and I mean EVERYBODY baby mama drama, boyfriend/girlfriend issues, and family dysfunctions. But as soon as I go through some ish I get nothing. -___-
But I digress.
My thing is this though: I believed that this chick was my friend, I let her into my home, she met my family, my "friends" became hers, and what does she do? Turn me and my best friend against each other, ruin every budding and would-be relationship between every guy I liked or dated while she was here, and make me feel like the most insignificant thing on this earth. And I feel like that every time I think about it, its debilitating. Thats why I go so hard when somebody bring her up. Why I almost seriously considered moving states when I found out she was moving back to Atlanta. And why I ultimately decided that it been time for me to let it go.
So viola. I'm done (finally).
But I digress.
My thing is this though: I believed that this chick was my friend, I let her into my home, she met my family, my "friends" became hers, and what does she do? Turn me and my best friend against each other, ruin every budding and would-be relationship between every guy I liked or dated while she was here, and make me feel like the most insignificant thing on this earth. And I feel like that every time I think about it, its debilitating. Thats why I go so hard when somebody bring her up. Why I almost seriously considered moving states when I found out she was moving back to Atlanta. And why I ultimately decided that it been time for me to let it go.
So viola. I'm done (finally).
