Stuff
Lots have been happening that I’ve been dying to get off my chest.
It started around January 1, 2010, but it goes back WAY before then.
I used to have a friend, Shannon*, and we never got along. We always fought, over the stupidest stuff. I remember one time, she got pissed at me, because I wouldn’t hand over the remote the exact second she wanted it. :/. Anyways, on New Years Day, a day supposed to be filled with celebration, she decided to get pissed at me over Myspace. Myspace, seriously?! Come on. Well, I’d had enough, so I decided that I better just end the friendship right there. It was ugly. But, I knew that I made the right decisions. I mean, yes, we did have some really good times, but, there were SO many more bad times than there were good. It just wasn’t a good friendship. But, her mother, went nutzo. She was more of a friend than a mother, so she didn’t take it well that I didn’t want to be friends with her daughter. But, I just couldn’t stay in that friendship anymore. It was very unhealthy.
She and I started getting into a lot more fights when I started dating my boyfriend. She didn’t like that he got more attention than she did. And on only one part can I understand that. I did used to hang out with her everyday, and then I just stopped coming over there all the time. But, I’m also growing up, and don’t want to be cooped up in a house all day long either. But, she decided that she didn’t like my boyfriend, and then decided to turn it around on me, accusing him of hating her, and saying that she couldn’t hang out with me if I was going to be with him. (Really?). So, for the rest of the duration of my friendship with her, I was just a very emotional, bitchy person. I’m surprised I didn’t lose my boyfriend over it, because I was just not myself.
But, now things are a lot better since I’m not friends with her. I thought that would get rid of the drama, but it didn’t stop there. Not even close. Soon after I lost her, I lost my best friend, just because I didn’t like her boyfriend, and she decided that she should stop being my friend. Not once did I ever get in her boyfriends face and express my hate for him, no. She just couldn’t stand that I didn’t love him as much as she did. That’s what really makes me mad. She calls me her best friend, and then just leaves me in the cold. The weird thing is, we never fought before that. It was just so out of the blue. And as soon as she stopped being my friend, I was upset and everything, and my grandpa died. What is happening in my life? Is it going to get better? I’ve heard the saying before, and I’m really hoping that the bad stuff is done happening so that the good stuff starts. I’m done with all the sadness, anger, and hopelessness. Sorry this blog is so long, I just needed to get this out.
