I'm not gonna lie, I've felt totally abandonned over the past week or so. My birthday was two days ago, and only one person made any effort to see me - I had some phone calls, but nothing that really left an impact. One group of people actually phoned me at 8:30 or something and were all hanging out, but chose not to ask me to go out with them because my ex-boyfriend would be showing up, and they couldn't tell him to fuck off for one night. I ended up going home that night and passing out on my couch, and then Marija came over after work and woke me up with two bottles of wine.
I know that I've fucked up lately, and I have done some things to hurt people - no wait, ONE PERSON. I hurt one person. But that is no reason for everyone to involve themselves in my shit. I know who's been stabbing me in the back, and finding out wasn't difficult. Some people have even had the nerve to ask me to hang out shortly after I've found out they were talking about me. At this point, I don't really care if I end up with no friends, because if I have a bunch like this, there's really no point. I'd rather be alone and happy than with a group of two-faced people. I'm done with drama. I've accepted my faults and apologized for my wrongs. I'm ready to grow up, and whoever's interested should do the same and not be afraid of it. Anyone who wants the truth can come to me to get it, because I don't have anything to hide anymore - don't go making shit up and making it seem like I'm some kind of terrible person, because I'm not.
Good fucking riddance.
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