leave your baggage at the back door.
well. so yes, again, i am officially not friends with katie, OR mattie, OR julie. mattie, i'm not sure why she's mad at me but i don't care for her much these days anyways. i guess she just needs something to fight for/believe in, so she's "taking sides" with katie. always a good reason to put yourself in the middle of things, but it's nothing i'm going to worry about.
i say that in a bitchy way because i'm no longer sad. i've spent enough days being sad, and now, i'm just angry.
observing the way my "friends" have treated me in the past week has really taught me something, and is the reason i'm spending more time being angry at them, than being sad. crying about it does nothing.
all i can think about are the bad things about each person, and right now, there are no pros.
i'm not spending time with a: fake, phony, man-user, OR a materialistic, dramatic baby, OR a backstabber, who thinks the world revolves around her, and that a man's lips/fingers/penis is more important than a friend.
if someone wants to fight, and i mean, come in my house and call me a fucking bitch in front of my father, about shoes, that i don't know even know who's they were (don't leave things in my car) and some mud got on them, that just shows me who you are.
everyone asks me why they're mad at me, and none of the reasons really seem right. nope, none. why is it that people get mad at you, just because they hurt you're feelings? if someone's mad at you, fucking fess up and apoligize and admit when you do something wrong. don't blame them.
AND now everyone's going to think i'm a bitch. that's how it usually turns out and the others are just the victims. no one sees things from my point of view-ever. i just hope they have their sides of the story matching up. cause i've heard some mixed varieties. we'll see just how much more dramatic things wait, even though i just wish i could move to WV and live with milligan.
i say that in a bitchy way because i'm no longer sad. i've spent enough days being sad, and now, i'm just angry.
observing the way my "friends" have treated me in the past week has really taught me something, and is the reason i'm spending more time being angry at them, than being sad. crying about it does nothing.
all i can think about are the bad things about each person, and right now, there are no pros.
i'm not spending time with a: fake, phony, man-user, OR a materialistic, dramatic baby, OR a backstabber, who thinks the world revolves around her, and that a man's lips/fingers/penis is more important than a friend.
if someone wants to fight, and i mean, come in my house and call me a fucking bitch in front of my father, about shoes, that i don't know even know who's they were (don't leave things in my car) and some mud got on them, that just shows me who you are.
everyone asks me why they're mad at me, and none of the reasons really seem right. nope, none. why is it that people get mad at you, just because they hurt you're feelings? if someone's mad at you, fucking fess up and apoligize and admit when you do something wrong. don't blame them.
AND now everyone's going to think i'm a bitch. that's how it usually turns out and the others are just the victims. no one sees things from my point of view-ever. i just hope they have their sides of the story matching up. cause i've heard some mixed varieties. we'll see just how much more dramatic things wait, even though i just wish i could move to WV and live with milligan.