….and by you, I mean those of you who said you wanted to be friends. Pardon my fucked-up upbringing, but I was taught that being friends meant actually asking people how they were doing or helping them just because you can (clearly not your definition). Oh, and by the way? That thing I told you I was afraid of more than anything else? You made it happen. And you broke my trust, in other people and myself. But it doesn’t matter to you anymore anyway, does it? So much for promises. —Somebody That You Used To Know
This article appears in Mar 14-20, 2013.
friends, don’t get me started about fucking friends o.p. a life long friend borrowed 4 grand, 4 years ago. and has not paid back one fucking cent of it. needless to say, he is a friend no more.
you don’t need people like that shit, in your life, and neither do i. friends never cut your throat, talk bad about you, or run out on you, at the first sign of trouble. but pieces of shit do, and that , o.p., is the fucking honest truth. watch your back.
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Okay, if they’re on your facebook and you never met them, they are not friends. Secondly why on Earth would you tell someone what you are afraid of, especially if you didn’t want it repeated.
‘Friends actually ask each other how they are doing’ — yes they do!! But don’t ask on this bitch line or PK will be on your case! Unreal
Back to stir up some more shit, Wog Dog?