Oct 15, 2006 21:14
If you know me, if you REALLY know my core, you know I'm not a sick terrible person.
I really tried not to mess up. I really did not want it to happen, I really tried to avoid it. Then you add the alcohol factor. Sometimes I think if hangovers didn't exist the entire world would be alcoholics.
To hear that a friend "expected" it of me is shattering. Do they know how hard it is to see them prancing around so happily & in love all the time? Instead, I am, once again, the bitch, the slut, the whore, the inconsiderate, the one not to be trusted. The guilty.
I'll admit, I'm lost and a little confused, shit, sometimes I'm even a little insecure. But does she really still think of him when she whispers "I love you" to the newer boyfriend?
I'll be your best and your worst friend, but 9.5/10 times it'll be the former. The 0.5 is life and all the mistakes that come with it.