Aug 07, 2009 14:28
"When times go bad
When times go rough
Won't you lay me down in the tall grass
And let me do my stuff?"
-Fleetwood Mac, "Second Hand News"
Me and Ellie got in a massive fight Wednesday night. I take too much shit. I know this. I get pissed off and feel useless/not needed/not appreciated/walked on more than a doormat, and I sit there and take it. I'll stand up for myself in the heat of the moment (usually, anyway) but then I lose my nerve after the fact and things go right back to the way they were, and because of this, it is the way things will probably always be. I hate fighting with people, and I hate losing friends, and because of this, I let myself get treated like shit. Maybe I need to grow a spine. But there is something about Ellie (this is really weird, Ellie, because I'm about 99% sure you're going to read this) that I cannot give up on. I don't know what it is, exactly. Maybe it's because she reminds me so much of Kylie, in both her good and bad qualities. Maybe it's because, aside from Kylie, she's the one person on earth I feel absolutely comfortable saying anything around, and because of this knows more about me than any other person on earth. Ellie, for a bad friend, you're a pretty damn good friend.