33 Pages of my Best friend and my Ex ripping me up. I can’t really explain how i feel,
they talked about every single thing that ever happened in our relationship..
i feel violated. i don’t even know how to explain how i feel. I can’t talk to anyone,
those where the two people i had. How can i trust anyone?
She was my best Friend for 16 years.. This happened and i was even too upset to blog about it,
which has never happened before.
If you don’t like me changing, grow up. everyone changes.
honestly, what the hell.
Imagine 33 more pages like this and you get a glimpse of how i feel.
Today, me and my friend where planning our day tomorrow.. sort of a tradition actually. Every Canada day we go with her mom and brother to the beach, then to a fair, then watch fireworks at night. Well this year that’s not happening. I’m tired of being friends with people not on my side about anything. They don’t respect me enough not to talk about me behind my back. They all say the same things too, oh i’m sorry can we just start over, oh sorry but i forgave you, FIRST OF ALL.. forgive me for what?? not telling you every single part of my life? Fuck you. I broke up with someone for talking about me behind my back (you can think that’s dramatic, but i’m not taking shit from people anymore) and i didn’t talk to one of my good friends for a week because they said something about me, why would i forgive you? And another topic.. When someone tells you to leave them alone, you don’t just show up at their house and refuse to leave. that’s fucking annoying. Even after you get hit in the face. Which by the way i’ve never hit someone, that was a big deal. STOP leaving me notes, stop thinking we are going to get fucking fixed. And then you say things like “you can hang with your friends” OF COURSE i can. i dont need you to fucking tell me that. I can’t talk to anyone seriously.. how do you trust anyone after no one in your life has been there for you? Can’t happen. I’m probably spending tomorrow in bed. Oh and this summer, going to parties like its my job, because i fucking feel like it. I can’t stress enough that i have no good friends. Not one.